"Today's sky is an endless, hazy sea.
No leaf anywhere but where it means to be.
The sun smiling just bright enough to guide our way.
Soon, it will all fade away.

White will come in a torrent of frost
beneath a blanket of down the land is lost.
For but a brief respite, a time to prepare
another bounty for all creation to share."

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So brings a close to my month of... forgettable introspection. In my last post, I said there was a poem I was unwilling to post. I forget the exact day I wrote this, but it's been at least a week... if I don't post it today, it will die on my hard drive, and I think that wouldn't be fair. I can't say I've been candid with you all and then try to hide at the same time.

I don't want to share this, but I must. I actually feel that way. I got this far -which isn't to say it's much, but it's more than where I was this time last year- because I've forced myself forward from the shadows. It doesn't come easy to me. If I keep this back, I'll be giving myself an excuse for future self-censorship, which is a trap I don't want to fall into again.

Alright, that all said, let me wrap back to the beginning again. This is the headstone to my September of shame. I want to start off on a better foot from here forward, so here's to October, and bringing back the color that poetry dares to capture. I may take a bit of a break to recenter myself, if I must, but so it goes.

We do what we must. Til next time.