Be absent, evermore turn thy gaze away; Be undone— the essence of being, premier to thee. Death tables highest certitude, linger in dismay; Prudence carotid in thine self amends the best in he. Now there stands the pyrrhonist, Of judgment, of spite, of unruly enterprise; To omit thyself of preeminence. 'Tis Nature, the timeless witness! Be thy forlorn, haste maketh he, doth dawn veils of change— man's greatest disguise. Prideful steps be thy walk, As he wears thy crown like O

By entering this mystifying change of season once more, creation envelops the marrow of my soul with the euphoric sense of nostalgia. Believably, tides of serotonin seem to come to play for the much needed collection of solace. It is as if Nature is thrusting Her very last breaths of fertility throughout the lands of the earth for us to absorb before laying rest and temporary darkness blankets the atmosphere yet again. Chloris exhales the winds of change as I inhale her