Autumn run

I'm not sure which way I'll go

Depends on whether the weather

Blows me in a direction 

Of solitude or comfort 

Or uncomfortable silence

And from now on I'll know

Which direction I'll go

The flowers bend

The leaves curdle

The pumpkins sinfully smile

And to another's comfort level

It's ordinary - extraordinary comfort

Spices of cinnamon and nutmeg

And whipped cream 

On October thirty -first 

We all do scream

It's coming soon

It will be Halloween

And from that day I'll know

Which direction in November 

I will go...I'll scream in delight

I'll eat a pumpkin pie with whip cream

Or nestle with my coffee

Fallen maple latte

I will overdose on caffeine

And few cigarettes

Or I will quit

I'll be few days past October thirty -first

I'll be few days past Halloween

I will be closer to my birthday the 25th

Of November

And this year a day before Thanksgiving

Run slow or go very fast

I'll find my direction this Autumn

And near winter

I'll swim in the summer to out last

The pounds I gained at dinner

I'll find my direction

I'll find satisfaction at last