One day I won't be able to say

if I let you 

or if you braided yourself in

into my life

The first for me

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

In my fantasy world I just met Zach Bush and realized that there was no one I could run to in a frenzy of excitement so we could jump up and down together, screaming smiles. 

So today I'm cultivating new imaginary friends.

When nothing goes right

go within

call it an existential pause

and see what comes

forth

For you're love, of course