A Compromising Autumn

Winter has never claimed to be an advocate of amnesty
Summer holds fast to the notion that it believes in warmth and brightness
Spring has the audacity to deem every year worthy of a renaissance; a fresh start
But Autumn is the least adamant of the four
uncertain where she belongs in the system of beliefs
between windsongs and whispers; hellfire and wholly innocent; life and what comes next; indistinguishable
and so she tries only to find a medium for a swayed conviction would compromise her caution