
it arrives, as silent
as an unspoken word.
to everything
there is a reason.
it arrives,
the dying season.
lay me down
where summer
once warmed the earth.
cover me with
the remnants
of your birth.
let me rest
deep within your womb,
as my mother
now becomes my tomb.
I will wait
for Spring’s sweet siren song,
when I will be
once more
where I belong.







