Recalling

My skin
Knows the heat
Of an autumn wind

My tongue
Can taste the subtle decay
Signalled by the changing season

My eyes
Catch the moment in transformation
Yellow, red, green, grey

My soul
Counts down the hours
Between night and day

My hair
Decides upon the level of moisture
This body is willing to tolerate

My mind
No longer confused
Every season forges a reason

By Simone Betrice Naik Noemdoe, 2012-09-10.