Days getting shorter,

Colors exploding,

Beings retreating.

Chill,  darker Sky, Clear Air,

the Parfume of Decomposition,

and Mushrooms, and Musk.

Retreat,

and Silence growing Inside.

Like the Trees, and all Plants,

we move Closer to our Essence,

our Core,

we shake off our Leaves now dying,

and we make Friends with the Dark.

“This too, will pass”,

we better Enjoy it while it is here.