Again it is autumn, And already, the orioles have learned Of their wings and have motioned For warmer skies.
All the while, the maples have sent for new leaves, and the sun has forfeited its Portion of the day, And all beauty seems to be lost.
I tell you, I, too, have known loss I, too, might have peeked back at a weary I may have left behind. Yet, we are still the blessed ones.
How the leaves grow back, And the sun also rises, And the orioles find their voice again, And we, beloveds, have the distinct opportunity To witness the Earth beginning over, and over, and over again.
Triston Dabney is a Senior undergraduate Oprah Winfrey Scholar for Baltimore, Maryland. You can find his work in Obsidian: Arts and Literature of the African Diaspora, Elevation Review, Timberline Review, BLF Press, Invisible City Literary Journal, and is a "Best of the Net" nominee. When he is not writing, he volunteers in the communities that reared him and is an avid nature enthusiast. He hopes to attend an MFA and publish a collection of poems in the near future. You can follow him on Twitter and Instagram @Tristandbelieve.
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