winds

Three years hence the day when your blood returned to earth our women cried out our men cursed the air and the gaze of the morning lord fell upon me he, the first who existed before the word he soothed my pain returned my fire, and gave me purpose and wrapped his black hand around my heart I...

Open my arms and welcome you once again, oh winds of October. Your crisp air remind me how sweet life still is. The Colors of your leaves and the scarecrows you place over them nourish my soul like I have never eaten before. This month, MY month where my life completes one cycle and begins anew...