Monday Haibun – Transition

At this time of year
it’s always in the air
A hunger I can’t define
This hunger I must abide
Spinkled with the dust of melancholy
Rounding the borders of sadness
Hoping always that it doesn’t quite come to that but,
At this time of year
it’s always in the air

another rose blooms
even as autumn holds tight –
change cares for itself

Pat R

11/29/18

For dVerse Poets Pub where the prompt today is change: “Transition”.