Metamorphosis

December 7, 2018

It used to be that
I’d most keenly
Feel the stroke of
Inspiration among
Summer’s rays.

Now, it seems,
My tastes have changed.
I’ve traded the sweeter
Juice of solstice berries
For the communion wine
Of autumn’s bluster.

Sacred and bitter
And coppery as blood,
I embrace the dimming
Sunset and look
Forward to night.

For all my misgivings,
A change is all I need.

MSBQ