Runaway passion, flash threw fall fashion,
gust’s graze the face of mother earth,
with such grace, far surpassing,
any who might fall within her ranks
it would be against her better sense
not to raise the stakes
raise your hands to wash your face
as a new day now awakes
its up to you what you will make
this blank canvas of a day
for your memories to overlay
this potential masterpiece
a coup d’grace.