THE WINDS OF CHANGE BLEND WITH AUTUMN ZEPHYRS SIGHING Collaborative poem from Sanaa Rizvi and Timoteo

HE IS CREAM...SHE IS CHEESE...
WHAT A SPECTACULAR COMBINATION!

Sanaa and I began talking a few weeks ago and seemed to really hit it off. We discovered that we share the love of autumn, and so the poem before you quickly began to unfold. We hope you enjoy it and look forward to hearing your thoughts in the comments.



When the gales of November come earlyI’m a total wreck wind knocked out of my sailsbut I’ve set a course for The Sea Of Tranquilityand I’ll be there when that big moon sweeps these storms from my heart.

Now these cloudscold, mean and gray sideways rainpoint toward the dark road my mind is travelling in,the bruising of November teaches one about existence, its brevity I wonder if the moon knows timeand course, as leaves curl in colors of Fall.

There is a melancholy vibe this time of year--I can feel it in the forced gaiety beginning to build as I swim through the crowd, rudderless,like a paper boat adrift on the breeze,and for small momentsI will succumb to the mass hypnosis
With wild berries clinging for support,I observe the breeze, an unseen one act nearly farcepainstakingly scrape to leave a patch of stillnessuncovered for a short while,my lips are stained with the thought of woeprevalenthauling one to a place where light cannot reach.

But I’ve had it with these subterranean homesick blues.I shall emerge from these depths--the mole in your midst burrowing to the sun.The world is fraught with overt boogeymen.They cannot frighten survivorswho’ve been to scarier places in their own minds than your sardonic smile could ever intimate. 

Let this be the end as air’s imbued with wet leaves and contemplationis a swirl of mist;a sliver of dark orange disseminating doldrums.My faith akin to myriad of stones that become the shade of highway that lies unruffled behind them-- I witness the break of day and run forth to embrace.  

Springs and autumns flash by in an instant.I make a wish and the universe rains its poetry down upon me.To embrace both the darkness andthe light within us is the way of understanding.November brings the winds of change.I stand in the awe-filled silencewaiting to feel its sharp graze against my cheek.

I could watch them a while, this feeling that blends with fall foliagefor when struck with the right note of sobriety even the most dismal of life’s turns are rendered facile. The hour smiles and extends its hand to me,as rain conjures a delicate pattern upon my skin and the winds of change blend with autumn zephyrs sighing.