Fall Transitions
A poem
The sweetness of summer is about to end,
and the chaos of fall is about to descend upon us:
in school assignments and holidays and festivals and gatherings
in cozy sweaters and chunky scarves and twinkle lights and
spiced everything.
So much is being asked of us — to come. To listen. To celebrate.
To carry. To support. To work. To love. To live. To leave a legacy that
we can be proud of.
So we plan, and we schedule, and we muddy our calendars with black ink,
so much so that we have no blank space.
So much so that we forget how to breathe and balance,
so much so that everything becomes one great rush.
But maybe the point of these days is to invite slowness in -
to watch as the maple syrup drips,
to see how long it takes to let the house fill with the smell of apple pie,
to remember that it is just as remarkable to feel the crunch of the leaves beneath your feet
as it is to feel your toes wiggle in the sand.
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