No landscape just the feeling—
of crispness loss and gold;
of learning how to treasure
what cannot be controlled
It lives in every gesture
in quiet acts of care;
in reaching out through distance
and finding others there
The heart keeps turning seasons
though body stays the same;
each kindness sows October
each smile renews its flame
And when the years grow weary
and winter hums its part—
remember: fall’s not ending
it only moves to heart