Thoughts spin like a ferris wheel

it is the season for nostalgia
a time for remembrance
a time for reverence
a time for reveille
thoughts spin like a ferris wheel
memories glow as they turn
but eventually will flicker and fade

while I stroll through the aisles of my mind

and browse the bookmarks left behind

I feel like a kid skipping through the fair

the ground is cold and hard

and so is the frigid night air 

the full moon baths the shadows with radiant beams

illuminating the world even when the sun can't be seen

like the light that I see at the top of the staircase

to the attic of my imagination

the lonely light bulb shining so strong

even a closed door cannot prevent it's cause

so as the nights grow longer 

and we turn farther away from the heat

we activate internally

a preparation for the inevitable 

as Winter approaches
we stock our shelves with what we were
only to emerge again in the Spring
to what we have become from the body's hibernation
we feed off memories as much 
as our organs feed off fuel 
leaving us lean of fat and searching for a new self
this season is sanctuary to my soul
out of the suppression of the Summer's suffocation
while not yet having froze the life out of the soil 
it charges my chakras 
igniting so effortlessly 
like neon filling the florescent tubes of mind's No Vacancy sign
of course longing for the lore of old still looms
but a shred falls along with each dying leaf
leaving nothing but acceptance for what is 
and what could be
so it is time to wake up
as the warmth begins its slumber
and Autumn licks its lips
JC