A Poem for Scorpio Season

you will always start
brand new,
blossoming dogwoods
buds and blooms
out of no where
but always right on time.

the sun lingers longer
than it once had
and the tear soaked earth
shows promise of fruit
and the world comes alive
ramps and morels

heaviness of humidity drips
on your skin
like when you explode together
in awe for the first time.
discovering the beauty
and fullness of what’s grown
as if that is all
there has ever been
fresh cut grass and roses

comes and goes without preface
replaced with decaying leaves
and uncertainty
flood of golds
illuminating emotions
I thought had long past

behold -
your shadow and nostalgia
oak and moss

feelings fade, sienna to brown
hearts drop into stomachs
following the chill in the air
huddled under blankets
alone and anticipating
barren reflections
amber and smoke