The Autumn Cometh
I might have wished that the summer
of my life had lasted longer; contented
to let go of the early spring; much
too chaotic to want to return but
aware that the summer was the time to
grow and flower and put down deep roots
but now that the hot summer days are
beginning to fade to autumn, I rush to
be sure that I am ready for winter, that
the sap in my veins was not wasted on trivial
triumphs and dead-end dalliances.
There is a kind of joy that creeps in
knowing that the seasons are
changing without waiting on me to
catch up or understand; they just
keep moving and I am swept along
There is a kind of joy that I
come to the fall with a desire to see
the colors, feel the breezes, pause
in the shadows of those around me
and to hug whatever trunk or limb
they are willing to share. There is
a kind of joy to look into the autumn
and know robins will certainly return
the cardinal will make new nests.
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