The Fall

The Fall In a moment I call clarity, in a place that I call hell. Are remnants of a memory of a story I know well. A season without reason and how I survived it all. The reason for the season and why they call it fall. Leaves are changing on the trees as they prepare to die Sap runs slowly underneath and weeping willows cry. A chill begins to fill the air, things happen you can't see. Raindrops falling from the sky Like memory falls on me. Recalling every broken heart times crucified by lovers. Remembering every random act betrayed by my own brothers. Not wanting to be part of it I feel the fall begin. Still I go there just the same sold out from within Here I go again it seems and I'm still standing tall. The season without reason it's the one they call the fall. Edwin C Hofert Sept 7 2017