Monday, October 3, 2011
Autumn - Changes Poem.
Leaves are falling in yellows, reds, oranges coloring covering the ground, as the golden sun finds its way through branches.
Apples burst from the trees, the smell of the freshest air.
The lake is still, quiet after a loud summer, she takes a deep breath. All is silent as she sends the remnants of children’s laughter and motor boat engines through the light ripples in the waves to the shore.
The trees have had their time to grow, the grass has been green, the earth has been spent.
Time to take a break. Time to put on your sweater and your knit scarf with a good book and a cup of hot tea. Time to wander and wonder through a new story. Getting comfy, getting warm, ready for the cold to come. Sitting by the low fire.
Crunching through the leaves, she visits her rosemary, she wishes good luck.
Feeling time through the seasons. Hear the earth weeping. Her time is growing to a close, and she must let go. Let go of the summer's breeze, the warm sun on her back, as she lay curled up under the mountain. Its the fall. The fall of leaves, the fall of light, the fall of the carefree summer. The seeds begin to burrow under the soil until Winter leaves fall to protect from the cold. Animals gather food and make their homes strong.
She lifts her face to that last ray of bright sunlight streaking through the branches. Feeling for a last bit of warmth. Something to hold onto until the Winter leaves.