forgotten october

whipping and spinning like yellow and red leaves caught in a fall wind
these days have been chaotic
good chaos
bad chaos
creativity and stagnation, intertwined and symbiotic

necessity, being the mother- a new life, new path, a new way of thinking sprung from the ends of things dying and dead

we will persevere, and not just, we will thrive
in love
with passions
our soul's calling
we will succeed, and not just, we will thrive

there is no fear of winter's icy grip here
bring forth the cold and all things that are at an end
there are new paths to create and conquer, new ideas to manifest, new incarnations awaiting that first breath of life, and we are glad to leave the whipping leaves and chaos of this october

the winter may be cold, bitterly so, but we are fortified against its sting, prepared for the death of life as we know it
we know that, as always life will renew
in love
with passions
all of our soul's callings

we will succeed, and not just...
we...
will...
thrive