Picture prompt;

September

 

If I could stay here

and make this crossroads my home

I would.

Before decisions delineate paths

and fate separates from its course.

 

It could be cosy

in these woods

in the middle of nowhere

between here and there

the endless fugue of somewhere

 

not yet known;

leeway, midway

in September

when the last light burns its fire

before the leaves change

and darkness lays its claim.