Creation
Brimming with desire
Leaves that turn for the wanting of time, that bringer of change
Coming
Whether or not you BELIEVE

And She WILL
With a fury
Nestle her brow
Face to face
Among those she calls Family

Shedding the Summer
Off her back
Like peeling skin that knows its time


And I want, And I need
For this to come

And even without needing, or wanting
It does.