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?
