The Season of Forgiveness

Autumn’s fallen angels crunch underfoot,
The stalled expansion of life, a stoic phenomenon.
The hearts of shining sons juggle
Conflicting hues of orange, green, gray
And all the modestly forgotten regrets in between.
These stifling insecurities—remote and
Statuesque—devoid of rightfully nostalgic
Tombstones, feed a profoundly tender captive,
A prisoner of feeble tongue and impoverished soul.
Stricken with understanding, a rattling resurrection
Sings on for the promise of tomorrow.
How pedestrian is the pungent sting of atonement.