like a freshly fallen leaf
in a September gust,
spinning madly
round some invisible force.
And after all the spinning,
all the hustle, all the running & doing
I am fallen, just fallen,
silent and tired
and beginning to dry out.
This is how it goes,
these summer-turning-autumn days:
new schedule, new routine,
and my old way of getting
so wrapped up,
so far from where I was
just a week ago
warming my toes on the boardwalk.
Autumn always has a way
of catching me off guard,
and knocking the breath
right out of me.
But this summer was a bounty of learning
and stories yet untold.
Autumn is the time to slow down and reap the lessons
that will get me through the winter chill.
There is still green life left in this.
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