Autumn is here

The spring has ended

the critters of insects silenced

The trees chose which leaves to keep and which to let go

What is this season? anyways,

an echo of the past the spring

an echo of the future the winter

They say spirits stay in autumn, maybe they are there, waiting

if they would be kept or finally let go of

Autumn is not a season

its just a choice

to be kept or to be let go of

Autumn is an echo,

Autumn is a smile

of pain, of happiness, and all else.

Autumn is an ache