The warmth
of the sun
has become
bearable
My hair
shines golden
when touched
by the light
the old blooms
have all begun
to fade
and wither
becoming a part
of the earth's soil
once again
I close my eyes
and feel the softness
of the light
breeze
letting me know
a new season
is coming
I watch
as she chews
on grass
to soothe
her old belly
and listen
to the chirping
of the birds
reminding me
as I breath in
that I'm alive
-September 2014