Inside the Looking Glass

The day rises from shadows of another day and now it’s calling. A neighbor says spring and another says fall but now I’m alone. I look out one window and see the face of a woman I loved— a post says she’s in a relationship with someone else. I look out another and see a vison of someone I visited the last two nights and can still feel her embrace. It’s October now and the year is passing. It will be gone before I know. The sun shines through my window. Outside one leaf is green and another falls and I recall a friend who told me that in each autumn lies the promise of spring. As I awaken from my dreams I take a deep breath. The day rises from shadows of another day and now it’s calling.