There's always a flare-up 

of autumn feelings, noticings, 

ponderings

A child chooses survival

over emotions

This is the season to cry

Bring up your Titanic

it never crashed

Debating buying mushrooms

to release them in the woods

while feeding this fall, incoming

Creating a soul for the season

is easier when down and tired

The charm of sadness

allure of change

the wind of smiles, come