Season 1.5 [Autumn's Promise]



If I lived farther north than Florida
Maybe I'd see what God sees when the seasons change and summer
(in its high and glowing splendor) falls on its own sharp sword
Piercing not in pain but in release, a joyous bursting forth
Of color, light, leaves whirling in a breeze's caress
Laughter, breathing beauty of a gracefully painted infinity.

I in dulled and tired heat watch the change of seasons too
The brown leaves floating singly to the ground are worn out like me
The windless humidity doesn't stifle me, I've built up numb resistance to it.
Bruised and battered by painful cruelty of change uncalled for, ironically I ache for change
I'm watching it as I sit here, but don't see it, don't feel it
(So mustn't that mean that it's not really happening?)

(No.)
One day I'll visit New England in autumn
I too will see the joyous bursting colors and I'll understand
The reason I was born Floridian (it was so I would understand)
Faith is sufficient itself for one who duely places it. I don't need a spinning sea of
Orange, red, and yellow to dance in to know that I am free of summer's hot dreary prison
I am freed already, the one unbreakable promise has already been kept.

So I am free do dance with equal (if not more) joy
Amid sparse brown leaves and meek whispers of breeze
Change of seasons, new air on my skin, new life in my breath
Patient, faithful, and true (though it isn't New England)
Assurance, hope is beautiful like the brown leaves
A steadfast promise of the colors I'll see one day.


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