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My love/hate relationship
That warm familiar slant of Fall is settling in. I feel it roosting deep inside my solar-plexus as it tweaks and tugs at my dormant melancholy. God's perfect dichotomy lurking just around the corner. The clash of magnificent beauty pitted against a menacing cloud of migratory depression.. Why? What's the purpose? How is it that while bathing in its ardent splendor, I sink into the depths of vulnerability. No pause in between; simultaneously.
It's a symbiotic relationship that makes no sense to me. One minute I'm tap-dancing for joy in Fall's frothing radiance, the next, I'm bending into the pallor of obscurity. Like curling leaves, my nerves will turn inside out. All that I am, or am not, will be mutually exposed for all the world to see. Maybe I'm bipolar? Must remember to ask the doctor. There are meds for that.
Autumn's offering
playing on the doorstep
of my sanity
But not to worry. It's only August. Summer will linger a while. After all, it's just another one of those impassive seasons where I don't feel alive. Still have plenty of time to fine-tune my nature in preparation for my favorite time of the year.
smooth sailing
without a few waves
leads to dead sea
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