The newness;
crisp, clear;
Freshness;
The first autumn rain
just fell.
The air has changed.
The season changed;
Life never changes,
but the living do.

There seems
Another solemn moment
suspended in clear
Autumn’s air,
In which I find myself
reflecting upon other
Autumn moments I
Had long since left behind.
In Autumn had long been
my favorite moments,
As is winter when
Winter’s here, and
Spring when winter’s over.

In my little favorite
moment, I still find
There’s some time left for
All the things I’d never
sought to remember.
But here in my autumn
moment, they all
jump into my memory;

Not the events of those
moments, but the feelings
I felt in them. Not the
Surroundings or the
circumstance, just the
feelings.

I long for those feelings
again, and in longing
for those feelings, they
do return; but when
feelings return I long
for the circumstances I
scarce remember, the
events i chose to forget.

I suppose I’m just waiting
for another summer’s close,
Another season’s passing.
I’m just waiting for an
empty, clear, crisp feeling
I had remembered once before.

I suppose I’m just waiting
for the circumstance to
Bring about the things
I’ve long longed for.

I suppose I’m just
waiting, sick of wanting,
But just waiting.

Autumn has arrived again,
But I’ll just wait for
Another Autumn.