Fall is here, temporary and transient death is near. The changing season, gives me a reason To plunge into, that enervated state of being. Like Spring, Fall shows us there is soon to be great change. Unlike Spring those signs of change are ominously portentous, Carrying with them forebodings of the year’s Cold and slow, whimpering demise. Oh Fall, how you always forsake thee! Like clockwork you come and you go, Leaving but death and a no-thing sleep in your wake. You leave me feeling the need to slumber along, Hardly awake during this time and state. But in rest and recuperation, my soul does steep. Unlike Spring, you are the embodiment of death, Made manifest in the realm of materiality. But until next year, the live world does refrain.