Tenet of Reifier Nature
TENET OF REIFIER NATURE
Summer’s departing footsteps on the eve of autumn I hear
as the sun blazing the topography mellows down at noon,
and on dewed meadow at sunrise verdant shimmers appear,
the blushing leaves rustle as they’ll become redder soon.
The dawn’s tapestry depicts the sagas woven in autumn color
as the crimson fringed clouds kayak across the cerulean sky.
The sunburst horizon makes the pristine nature a true reifier
that’ll disappear never ever even if the doom’s day is nigh.
At this time my senses capture the signals of season as radar,
the waiting winter’s lurking shadow my mental eye can see.
I soak the warmth of fall air that’ll act in me as the reviver
when in the frigid times at the lowest level of gloom I’ll be.
October 6, 2018
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