Autumn,
season of my birth,
season of golden- hued
leaves
some are
crimson or russet, crinckled and fallen...
These leaves and
leavings
showing that change is in the air
- a crisp coolness
a whisper of
transitions-
drowsy butterflies
too soon gone.
It is a time of festivals
and olden traditions,
of gatherings
with food and dance
of celebrations and abundance
- a cornucopia of harvest, home and hearth.
But also a preparation
for the long
winter
when looking inward,
contemplation
and remembering
comes forth.
It is a time to think
of legacies
and the old ones
of those no longer here and
ask,
how can we bring honor,
pay homage?
It is a good time to vow,
make a promise to the self
to remain true
and live mindfully
with passion
to be as a leaf
green, unfurled with youth's vibrance
or golden, ripened, wizened with age.