calm down

taking care of little things
taking pictures of autumn gold
to your window november clings,
wonder what was the truth he told

through the phrame of your latest pic,
auto-focused on grainy glass,
there’s a sparkle within a thick
sacred message “this too shall pass”

after learning to be a huge
irresistible warrior hound,
next you’re learning to build a fuge
that’s as tiny as it may sound

fill the shelves with your fiction books,
pour some tea to your dearest friends
satisfactory as it looks,
hug the battlefield while it ends

to the art of those pumpkin pies,
smell of cinnamon in your hands,
under humid november skies
lie some infinite autumn lands

now you walk through them, calm and slow,
captured hero through tiny lens,
when you try to recall that glow,
you’ll be given a second chance.