OCTOBER'S OVERTURE

OCTOBER 2023

A supernova summer, timed

just right for when two stars aligned 

to bring forth all the beauty 

that lay dormant in a dream. 

It’s natural, no need for force.

The stars know how to run their course. 

Nostalgia serves a purpose,

but you can’t repeat the past. 

A sudden silence misconstrued 

the soft autumnal solitude 

as suffocating, isolating-

take a step back. Breathe. 

Appreciating from afar 

the journey of your shooting star 

is all that I can do 

now I’m no longer in the sky. 

From down here, I’ll admire the view 

and on clear nights, I’ll wish on you 

if, just by chance, I’m outside 

when your light is passing by. 

The summer bowed with gentle grace

as autumn came to take its place,

conducting melodies of change:

October’s Overture.

Optimism replaces fear;

the seasons do this every year.

Such things are always meant to be,

but never meant to last.

If dying leaves remained on trees,

attached by replayed memories

then nothing new would ever grow.

Don’t risk it, just let go.