West Wind

Under a warming

November sun

I earthed my bulbs

feeling a peace

that comes only

with being present

to the moment…

knowing that

the grace of early November

would soon give way

to mighty winds

and colder days.

When the western gale

whipped around the house

tearing hapless leaves

into frenzied chaos

I couldn’t help feeling

disappointed.

One month of golden

autumn days

slipping away

without a sigh…

I think of fall

as a season.

Were these flashes

of glory

illusion

after all?

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