Fall

As I watch on this jetty,
on the lake where you can see two fantasies,
The wind of Fall seems to blow Summer away,
and now the air is crisp, yet harsh,
and the summer was warm, yet tough,
I look apon my life with wonder,
and I inquiry myself,
"Why is it that people overlook the world around them when it is so sublime?"
"How can people feel all alone in this beauty?"
and my last question,
"When will I feel a season of true mystic, euphoria?"

The wind of Fall seemed to blow Summer away,
and with it something inside me, yet Fall maybe filled it up.