Autumn swiftly returns,
Winters Groke.
Somewhere north,
Chocking the air.
Slow me down.
Dig up the earth.
Blanket me.
In mother natures nurture.
Not too long.
Not too deep.
But just so that i may rest,
In this small onset peace of death.
Only a taste,
Of sweet earth.
Only a morsel,
Of whats below.
And i am slowed
To understand.