If a sun might rise in wistful autumn
might the blazing maple speak a sonnet.
For when hue shining spectacular let
sweet mind visit simple love is solemn.
Wake readily would human condition
in accentuate disclosure in fall
moments leading toward his callous gall
wanting her redeeming peace a notion.
Ardent leaves breaking free will symbolize
a passing, swift as a breeze will carry
forward important energy, tarry
none will be argument for we the wise.
Is love is meant is time is not we cease,
Whisper sweet we descend to soil in peace
– for Zelda
~ just finding my way, a personal journey ~