An Odyssey In Autumn

The turbulences of Winter, Spring, and Summer pass

Enthusiasm swells as home can now be viewed 

In the distance yet on the horizon

Though I am advised to exercise caution--

Since the final stretch is often most dangerous--

I cannot help but feel a nostalgia for the days of Autumn


I long to fall asleep in my own bed--

And after awakening--

Go out to stand

On my own front porch 

To witness, with the briskness 

Of the seabreeze 

And the early Autumn morning

Dulling my senses,

A light drizzle 

Summon a wave of fog

To wash over the sea

And drape its harsh surface,

Trapping the monsters of the deep

And concealing all fears.


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