I remember clearly now
The mild cold of the early autumn breeze
Back then
how the earth slightly crumpled
as it bore the weight
of an Unexpected visitor
to its clear fields of green.
The fields would soon flush green
As new emerging light rays pierced past
At once
the greens glistened and renounced
the mere passing
of another transient cold spell-
welcoming
The arrival of the After rain.
With every step
accompanied a lingering chill
shared by no other
For I came as one.
As I soaked and submerged
into the remains of a previous cycle
I looked towards front-
Up ahead
there laid a small junction.
Turn left?
Turn right?
And there I stood.
