A storm blew in at our design
and took the day
while our heads were lost.
In its rush, in its hurry,
it swept through, rising while
we chose only to watch.
Clouds perched along
the very edge of the sky,
looming dark and sure.
I swept the summer from the air
before Autumn had the chance,
clearing space for something new,
unexpected in this sweet season.
The winds came down,
smelling of ideas renewed
and places silently known.
How deeply we breathed,
and then believed.
Without a sound,
feet lifted off the ground,
we made up our minds.
And set everything up to Fall.
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