Summer is the season of lust and life but fall is where I choose to thrive.
The heat that fuels others only drains me of my self,
I stand dormant until the leaves become antsy, adorning clothing of red, yellow, and purple.
Once again dancing to the earth where I may join them in celebration.
I wave Persephone goodbye and embrace the world that is left behind.
My soul becomes whole and I am at peace once more.
I anticipate the cool breeze that opens its arms to me so I may breathe in new meaning,
where greenery ends but only marks the beginning of a new chapter
one where change can rejuvenate rather than suffocate.
Summer is the season of passion and adolescence but fall is where I thrive.