Lunge

Ripening.
As seasons transition
Cool evenings grant a calmness
Easing Fall into Winter, sublime
This Harvest has been fraught heavy
Gratitude is filling all the half-empty vessels
Corking nothing in the wake of stubborn tensions.

Cumbersome days ahead?
Nonsense to bear witness to such perception
A cumbersome life; preferred.
I will not be stilled by the attendance of what may come.
Lunging in as a silent, steady, ready and willing Main Character.

I am as I have  always been,
But more assertive in my acknowledgement.
Mature. Direct. Informed.