Tuesday, September 25, 2007


SEASON’S GLEANINGS. I love autumn. In celebration of it, I've have been looking for writings and poetry about the season. With school beginning in the first weeks of August, it seems like summer ends much sooner than at the autumnal equinox on September 23rd. After six weeks of our childrens’ school-related activities, late September feels like we are deep into the season instead of at its beginning. But here we are—at the onset of autumn. That’s what I tried to describe in the following poem. But, after all is said and written, descriptions of autumn pale in comparison to the lived experience.

On the brink of autumn,
A hint of chill in the air,
The sun’s setting sooner,
In a few days we’ll be there

Where green turns to golden
And reapers harvest the yield,
Where dry leaves are falling
And flocking fowl arc the fields.

Then we’ll don our jackets
And brace ourselves for the wind
That rustles through branches
And billows our souls again.

Do not shrink back from fall;
Embrace this gilded season
As a grace that descends;
A gift to all from heaven.

It’s time for returning,
For in-bringing and burning,
For heart walks in deep woods,
For distilling, discerning.

What’s muddled becomes clear
And all chaff is left exposed
As autumn’s sun glows bright
And a harvest moon shines cold.

We may shed pretenses
And travel a lighter way
Our hearts as crisp as leaves
That lift and then sail away.

As we are being turned,
Turn—facing all the changes,
The falling, the cooling,
And the encroaching darkness.

Lean into the season
Lest it overtake your way.
Let your soul be opened;
Relish its gift this fall day.

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