A Season To Change

The beauty

of evening,

as I sit outside

on my swing.

With each sip of wine,

I listen

to the repetitive scream

of the cicada's

last few calls

of summer.

The feel of fall

is drifting

around the corner.

The touch of morning,

cool and bright.

Feel the change of seasons.

The nudging rememberance

that I am alive.

I can do this.

I will find my way.