September 2019 | An Ode to the Equinox

If grey is a mix of black and white
Then can we give credit to the individual colors themselves

Or must all things in life be complicated.
Confused. Foggy. Grey.
When they’d be better served
Black and white

Many will define the harvest as a grey period
A mixing. Melding. Molding.
The wind kicking up as the leaves change
To hurry them along to their
Final resting place