The Raw

How chilled the windy breezes temperature drop upon the atmosphere body shakes and sweats, coughs and sneezes blow harsh and sharp, winter burn and sear. Gone is the brilliant glow of sun spring and summer lost to time of day autumn fall along the fields and pumpkin run gather in the icy raw scattering the squirrels at play. How quick does the season change from gentle spring flowering and fruit to harvest dawns that breathe of petrichor and rain to the winters dark and deep that drain us of our youth. How raw the inner drives of life born to age and grow in joy and pain and its delight with lessons and history that cut us like a knife waiting on that tunnel call to a distant light.