There is wisdom to the dying embers of summer,
the cold relents, our lives sheltered,
we haven’t the opportunity to bask in complete
naked truth,
instead, we clothe our lives around tenets of normalcy
preparing for the cold,
anticipating the old
until we can find renewal in the spring.
Yet for now we must acknowledge the subtle decay
of that which we love,
and thereby we count on the resilient nature
of our heart and soul,
that which will remain our hope and guidance
until the following sunrise …
because next days always speak more fond of the immediate.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
