Shared with Poets and Storytellers United – October. Looks like I kinda wrote another autumn/seasonal poem!

A woodsmoky voice and an air of damp earth,
I am the fight between fire and frost.
A necessary surrender to long days of mirth;
it’s dizzying green confidence slowly lost.

I am taught by the balance of the equinox,
a perfect tipping point towards the dark.
Opposites are revealed in the winding of clocks
to set the woods ablaze with a beautiful spark.

A misunderstood beauty is admired in release;
your confessions lay your architecture bare. 
A thousand papery secrets fall with caprice,
then forgotten like a quietly whispered prayer.

At the door, I tell, ‘Rest now, your work is done.’
To love something means you must also let it go.
Do not mourn when the truth cannot be outrun;
just look me in the eye and enjoy my show.