She’s visible to me.
I see her fingers in the trees.
I see her footsteps on the pond.
I see her frolic on the green.
She’s visible to me.
She rattles the shutters
She shakes the rafters
She rips off the shingles
And shatters the railing:
sighing and smiling
she sways past my window.
Chin in my arms
on the table
numb.
Eyes are half closed
undecided
far:
the color of crying leaves
she cradles to the ground
and lays in a bed of brown.
Amber rain and hazel days
watching the autumn widow
watch her children change
from green to auburn yellow.
I hope you are all having a wonderful Autumn! It's my favorite season, and there is so much thought, emotion, and life that passes through it. It's the perfect time for silence, for long walks and hot drinks, and evenings by the fire. It can feel like a somber season at times, but there is so much joy in it as well.
Something I've learned is how important it is to have both sobriety and joy, to let both come and go and pulse and sway. Like the wind, Autumn is both fierce and gentle, mournful and joyful. I encourage you to sit and dwell in it, to breathe and let the wind blow over you.
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