To live in a place where days are shorter and nights are cool
Where leaves are orange or red while they slowly fall
To be at the end of summer and the start of winter, wearing cozy scarves or comfy shawls
I’m reminded of abundance, of mystery,
and the fleetingness of it all…
Seeing this season more of change and less of death
Of self-preservation as I take every breath
Slowly, steadily, gracefully I let go
Of the things in the past that’s been weighing me so…
And as I deeply marvel at the beauty of the Fall
I’ve come to understand why it’s my most favorite season of all🍁
“Autumn”
A Poem
2022/08/26
