My Autumnal Soul Sings

As my teeth sink into a crunchy red apple on this crisp Autumn morning, I think about seasons; among other things, the demarcation of the passage of time. Seasons come and seasons go. Some go on for what seems forever while others zoom by so quickly I dare not blink. The funny thing about seasons is that while they turn and return in an endless cycle, no two Falls are ever the same.  

My autumnal soul sings with freshness and newness, a sharp breeze in my increasingly bare limbs. I am fully aware of the losses and absences all around me. They are a beautiful, fiery harbinger of what is to come, strewn about my feet like so many dreams -- those realized and those discarded -- making room for those that will take their place after the long, cold winter.

I've had 26 Falls. This will be my 27th. I can't remember ever feeling so encouraged, so new, so alive.  

"Blessed is the man 

who walks not in the counsel or the wicked,

nor stands in the way of sinners, 

nor sits in the seat of scoffers;

but his delight is in the Lord,

and on his law he meditates day and night.

He is like a tree

planted by streams of water

that yields its fruit in its season..."

...that yields its fruit in its season. Amen.  

Saturday Morning Haiku, 5-7-5. 7-9-7, Poetry soothes the weary

Crisp Autumn embrace

Colors give the best cuddles

Hello, Mr. Ant!

I saw a bucket

Drip by drop it overflowed
Be patient, dear heart

Do not envy the butterfly her wings

She earned her elegance with hot tears and time
Cocoons do not cowards make

Dear sweet bird up in the sky
Won't you come sing me a lullaby
I want only to listen

Embrace change but don't forget

Becoming is a painful process;

Just ask that mountain up there

Light eddies on chilly toes

Her chest rises and falls next to mine

So, the Sun does also rise

Joy beckons to Grief

Just a little farther, love

I will be waiting right here