The barren desert,
a bitter return,
not wrought by unexpected change
but rather by a lack of change,
nothing new reaches the senses,
for the traveler comfort should be found
In home and memories of the past
but in the season conceived for change,
any turn to what is past
appears to be regression,
Should the soul embrace
what once for him held peace?
It cannot be for'er forgot
but no longer does it harbor joy.