Rising
The sun is brilliant;
the moon is bright,
early dead leaves blanket the sidewalk.
I step out and crush them as I walk,
ignoring the scraping noise,
and the warm breeze.
Fighting ennui in this small town,
my dreary thoughts rise to Autumn.
Some day soon it will arrive,
and all my current pain will vanish.
Rising to meet the dawn instead of lunch time;
only flora and fauna will greet me.
By day cool wind will bathe my face,
at night piercing stars will blanket the sky.
The days melt into soft Fall,
bringing closer the sun and its rays.
Each night I dream of
the vigilant moon
which awaits me in that place.
