I am now living in an amazing hexagon shaped cabin overlooking a large trout pond. I see the leaves changing color and gleaming in the still water and want to share this poem. AUTUMN IS COMING Fall is in the air. The chill at night, shorter days, the sun lower in the sky, red and yellow leaves, dangling, and in my mind, I see the fields of Goldenrod sparkling in the evening mist where I walked last night at twilight. Soon, the wood stacked on the porch and in the shed will warm these dark mornings where I write these words by the glowing stove, trying to make sense out of what I’ll never know. And though the winter solstice is months away, this glimpse at what is coming stirs in me thoughts of winter and I think of where my life is heading, a foolish thing to do, anticipating long cold days. And so I shake these thoughts away and come back to this day, this dawn, this moment by the window, this cup of coffee in my hand, this sip, this deep and precious breath of morning air.
Posted on: Sat, 28 Sep 2013 17:29:27 +0000
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