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Writer's pictureTim Huber

The Autumn Widow

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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