Fall 2014
Fall approaches and life changes again. My daughter is growing up. I find myself like the season - each day shorter than the next. Amazing things keep happening like a harvest of the soul, but the sheer abundance makes my head swim. Gain, loss, change.... wash, rinse, repeat. I fear and welcome winter..
I am a tree at this time of year
no grand oak or frasier fir
a buckeye perhaps
hidden and interesting
and desperate
the night overtakes the day
time is no longer a friend
in the sweltering thinness
I smell winter
the storms that shaped my branches
pruned me and splintered
my soul
may rage again
or may not
and so I race against the waning day
preparing but not quite ready
to face that icy kiss
barren and naked
In painful eternal repeat
I summon my strength
to light up the sky again
and bask in the chilly glow
of a perfect day.