“Another year gone, leaving everywhere
its rich spiced residues: vines, leaves,
the uneaten fruits crumbling damply
in the shadows, unmattering back
from the particular island
of this summer, this NOW, that now is nowhere
except underfoot, moldering
in that black subterranean castle
of unobservable mysteries - roots and sealed seeds
and the wanderings of water. This
I try to remember when time’s measure
painfully chafes, for instance when autumn
flares out at the last, boisterous and like us longing
to stay - how everything lives, shifting
from one bright vision to another, forever
in these momentary pastures. ”
Last week was heavy. I’m sure I’m not alone in thinking that. I’ve spent some time over the past few weeks contemplating the changing of the seasons, how my seasons in life are altering me.
I reminded myself, and am now reminding all of you, to embrace the song of fall. Take a moment in the evening to look up and enjoy glorious colors. Be grateful for the crisp air and frosted leaves under your feet. Relish in your morning cup of coffee. Notice all the beauty around you, especially the little things you're prone to skip over. Find a good radio station, play it in your car with the windows down. Don't dwell on the pain of the past, but savor that there is a new season just around the corner. Read a good poem. And, above all, sing the song of fall as loudly as you can!