I can hear dry leaves rustling outside, but overall it has been a rather quiet season. Astrologers convince people to suffer silently, as Mars and Jupiter are in retrograde motion. There’s hope at the end of the tunnel as they say, but spring is still a season away.
News channels are abuzz with political conflict and ghastly murder scenes. Will the souls find peace in freezing zones?
The only voice which autumn has is to dig a path – recognizable after the frost shifts. It fuels resolve to act and start afresh.
colorful lull hides
a belligerent winter
and pulsating spring