time enough for thought again
      in the embrace of a passing season--
        pondering clarity
         through a lack of clouds . . . 
      only still the hint of cold necessary
       to fulfill the scent of new decay,
        rebirth in a symphony of colours--
         a release to comfort us
           in a return to earth . . .
      finding a place to finally grab hold
        of each other
           in a cycle blessed
             by eternity . . .