When the reality dawns

In the name of God, Most Merciful, Most Kind

* * *

The crisp night air

surrounds me

Cutting through thoughts

of worldly concern

It isn't unfamiliar

My skin has felt this before

Many times

But I didn't really notice

Worldly concerns too thick around me

But this bite that turns leaves

red

Marks the passage of time

And once more

I am alone

As the leaves swirl

And my concerns twist with them

But the wind settles.

And the leaves are lifeless.

Brilliant colour

fades.