I’ll keep my eyes fixed on the sun
Last autumn, The leaves still fell the way they will. Naked trees before snowfall. Every year. Every year it’s the same cycle. Just different circumstances. Different province. Different scenery. I’m drinking coffee with new people. Missing people I used to see. Different woman, same me. Same season. Same falling leaves. Same naked trees.
I marvel at the trees, how their leaves change colors and fall off. I realize the biggest lesson I must learn from autumn is how to gracefully let go.
The sweet and melancholic breath of autumn is touching the leaves and my heart.
People are not
rain or snow
or autumn leaves;
They do not
look beautiful
when they fall
I’m ready for autumn so that I can wear comfortable sweaters, plaid, and boots while drinking tea or hot coco by a slightly opened window. To be able to look up and see a swoosh of air carrying colorful leaves all around me. To wake up in the morning with a small chill in the air, wrap myself up in my blanket, and layer my clothes with scarves and beanies. Then after the day is done, eat my worries away in a slice of pumpkin pie.
In the summer heat the reapers say, “We have seen her dancing with the autumn leaves, and we saw a drift of snow in her hair.”
Autumn is my time. I am most radiant and full of energy when the leaves are falling and there is a ghost of change in the air.
i need a friend i can enjoy this upcoming season with - one that welcomes autumn with open arms just as i do. a friend that will walk with me just to smile at the sound of the leaves crunching under our feet, one that will share deep conversations + unending laughs over hot coffee + one whose eyes light up like the embers of a crackling fire on a cool, starry night. one who loves the sight of the earth so saturated with colour + the sound of the wind whispering through the trees assuring us that though this year is coming to an end, everything will be alright.
