being there

the chilly swirl that is the days
that come when autumn’s late in term;
the rush of crowds, the strength of gaze,
the tender hug, the handshake firm

the restless heart, though, looks beyond
to stillness and to summer air;
it’s not to not-love being here,
it just to love, too,

Author: Sibelius Russell

Sibelius Russell (a/k/a/ Owen "Beleaguered" Servant) lives a life of whimsical servitude -- whatever that means.

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