Fluttering wings span just short of highlands,
iceborne shards of fast-slicing firebrands.
October leaves drift as melancholy blooms,
leaving behind trace memories it consumes.
A sigh of autumn wind, blowing by the ear
as realization soon hits; it’s almost been a year.
Time spent awake at times felt like a dream –
Yet what dreams came upon unraveling seams?
A blink of an eye is
the flash of a year’s life