Days of ink pens and spirals past.
Blue books, tuition rates, lectures and halls.
For 10 long Septembers, a study-less fall.
Fall makes demands, the crisp of the air.
“What are you doing with your life?”
Will you brighten up lives – like leaves to the floor?
Or comfort sad souls like soups and wreathed doors?
Will you be consistent like the turning of tides?
Winsome, patient and quiet as the moon?
Pleasing and warm as a fleshy, plump pumpkin?
Will you bring freshness to lives, like the chill in the air?
What will the season evoke?
Find a change.
Turn the season.
Drop your cloak,
And live brighter, fuller, clearer, closer.