Hard times sometimes befall us like leaves when they fall
In the fall time when color becomes nature’s form.
They can be overwhelming. When spirits are low
One can feel uninvited with no place to go.
How does one come to weather a strong psychic storm?
It may not be that easy. It hurts, most of all.

Must I learn to accept things? Is that the right key
To unlock what’s the matter and cast it aside?
It reeks of some resentment, but perhaps it will
Redirect me to some wish that I can fulfill.
Things of life that are pleasing can act as my guide.
What I want is the right path that clearly I see.

Right now is but a fall time. I’ll give it no more.
The next now I anticipate will fall in place
To complete my life’s puzzle, or partially so.
There are those who accept me. This is good to know.
Living life to fulfillment is done so in grace.
I am ready to pass through the next open door.