Reverse

I was too busy catching leaves
To reverse the seasons, and the
Shedding trees matched my
Mood on the path along the
Stilling river.

The sun pools like time now,
Its flow halted by the cold
Of autumn. Flat clouds hover
In no-man’s sky, a white line
In frozen blue.

Frozen motion.
My outstretched hands.
My leaning body.
A leap for
Luck.

R 27.10.2023 16:58