Autumn

At times,

Muted by the winter's snow
Baked by the summer's spell
Choked by the colours of spring
The naive man screams -

Does the sun
Burn in distress
To provide warmth
For those embracing it!

We don't know!

Does the moon
Shiver in isolation
To provide faith
For the hopeful souls!

We don't know!

Does the wind
Blow in turbulence
To provide purpose
For the drifting sails!

We don't know!

Not the answers!
The questions!

Not the autumn!
The fall!