This is a submission for Kevin’s No Theme Thursday
So turns the wheel, the embers hotly glow,
The sky now steel, the wind now warm,
now cold.
I’m shaking off the summer. I’m boarding up my soul.
A long winter sleep is good for scars
At least it’s what I’m told
When I was young, eternal summer reigned.
Nothing touched me, nothing could.
My kite flew the wind.
Knowing all it ever would.
August closed in, apples dot the rotten ground.
Leaves blown through crumbling bone.
Autumn’s smoke creeps without sound.
I’m sifting through the fall, looking for what I’ll never know.
Unspoken regrets of titanic depth
Reap things I didn’t sow
So turns the wheel, the embers burn down low.
The box now steel, the body now warm
now cold.
I’m shaking off the winter, My soul is free to roam.
The night gives way to a new dawn
where I might find my home.
Life is a dark ride 
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