A change comes.
A tap in the mind causes words
to drain like old stagnation
too long held;
to flow forth like living sap:
clear, with a hint of sweetness.
Thoughts race
down paths newly illuminated -
never before explored,
with unopened doors.
Possibilities, probabilities,
maybes and maybe-nots…
Power of choice lies within my hand,
my mind
is learning to remain open
to the air of autumnal dreams.
In this season of change
let me be free of fear;
let me know which doors to choose.
