I adore fall. I adore this time of year. Everything about it makes me happy. I wrote a poem about it once, long ago. It took me a bit of time to track this oldie down, but I found it. I wrote it on Oct. 6, 2003, when I was trying to get back into writing. The date is funny now. October 6 is the date I married R. But, not until 2007. In 2003, we hadn’t even entered each others lives. So, it’s funny, yet appropriate, that this was the date on this poem. Back then, my heart was searching. Now, it feels so full and whole. Perspective, uh? Sometimes it’s the things that I wrote years ago, that end up coming back around again. Writing and I are like old friends. We spend a chunk of time apart, but we always find each other again. We always pick back up where we left off …
One Season
The breeze of autumn,
My favorite time,
It comes in soft and gentle,
Soothing, caressing,
Renewing my soul,
The chill in the air brushes against me,
Somehow warming the core of my being,
I feel more thoughtful during this time of year,
The sands of time move quickly,
Staying permanently beyond our grasp,
It leaves me lonely enough to feel alive,
And peaceful enough to let it surround me,
I understand myself most as the leaves change,
Though I don’t know why,
It’s mystery appeals to me,
Nostalgia tugs at my heart,
Images of love and love lost drift and scatter,
The smell of the air brings tears to my eyes,
I long for something,
Unsure what,
Yet, as the sun dips down,
Through a kaleidoscope of pink and orange,
Soft wool of an early winter sweater tight around me,
I look up at the sky,
And thank God that I am me, and I am happy.
