It is that time again
when I revel in nature
unfolding its splendor
all around me.

The glory of reds and yellows
advancing on the green, and set
against the blue and white,
like fluffed celestial pillows.

I belong to it,
and it to me,
a transcendent bond that asks
only that I survive.

I revel from behind a window,
while politicians dance,
and the market fails
and I am trapped.