nutriens spes, caritas / Reflection

The winds were shifting as September was coming to an end, promising the sunny days and cool evenings

A man, sharp sight, straight nose and a deep voice

Saw a glimmer and felt familiar unpleasantness

Still drawn to the flickering shielded by thorns, beneath lies the vile

"Oh! A reflection" struck across the mind snapping the daze

Looking back from the present saw tomorrow in the past, not want to be associated

Accepting, walks forward for the better with a hopeful heart.