Longing now for Autumn—for a

Season so serene.

Leaves litter my lawn and not a

Single space between.

Autumn bringing temperatures 

So varied and extreme

It seems reality is blurred

And reality’s a dream.

But if I’m really dreaming 

When I wake what will I find?

A hotbed here of Hell or just a

World on the decline?

Sometimes I envy people who can

Put it out of mind.

For every time I go to write,

It is its own remind.