flowers are fading
leaves are falling
yet ivy remains the same.

save for one
i'll keep them all
just as they bloomed.

spring to autumn
as autumn
is to spring.

my most fondest
moments come lately;
and i cannot
help but to sense
nuances of you.

when all seems grey,
i experience ocean
of blue.

the unknown upstairs
room beckons,
when the leaves
rest as i wait,
wish, and i wonder.

april to october--
it's just around the corner;
in the golden hour
i await, willingly.