distressed soul
carrying the weight of the past
crawling between crumbs of memories

darkness takes over your surroundings 
deep into your being
the veil is thinning

while bare branches reach to you
a carpet of leaves welcomes you
the golden light is your portal

W3
II. Lisa’s prompt guidelines

Fall always feels like a season of both endings and beginnings, doesn’t it? For this week, let’s explore those transitions in a Quadrille—a 44-word poem, a form first shared with us by the wonderful d’Verse Poets Pub.

Your poem can lean into endings, beginnings, or the mix of the two. And if you’d like an extra spark, here’s a thought from Friedrich Nietzsche:

I notice that autumn is more the season of the soul than of nature.