One is an exhalation, one an inhalation,
Both brevied by a human mind.
By a season, Dammit, again
And again. Each supporting the
Next, and the last, since winter
follows fall follows spring summers
Past, present, future. Fall is

Melancholy. Falls are falling down,
Over and over. Sigh. There’s always time
To wonder Fall, it’s the pondering season’s
Last gasp before procedure quits
Its reason, loving Spring more…
I know reiteration and redundancy
Skewer years’ times and what’s to die.

Whatever. This Author’s a heartbeat wrong,
Falling from youth into autumn failing; Gong…

Erin Elizabeth Kelly-Moen
Copyright 10/6/10