the autumn chill speaks of a coming death
arise and awake
time to harvest and hope for needed change
arise and awake
across the aging lands hope springs a renewal
arise and awake
feelings of melancholy as we wait for a rebirth
arise and awake
~Mark Schutter ©2014
(Poem 5 of 31 for #OctPoWriMo, written using the prompt words in bold. Hope lives! ~M)
