Poetry Corner: Autumn

My favorite time of year
And rapidly becoming
          my favorite time of life.
 
Wondering
     if the trees mind
          that their bright leaves fall away.
 
Knowing that for me
  there is the fresh cold morning air
  and the welcome white silence
       falling,
           hushing life around us
              one more time.
 
School starts,
    yellow busses pick up their pace.
But in other ways
    life is slowing
    as the brilliant leaves
    collect in the back yard
          not to be seen again
                until next year.
 
Yes,
     it’s Fall.
This tree knows
     that leaves must fall
          before buds can grow again.
 
Make room.
Appreciate seeing things anew
    as trees grow naked
       and the horizon and I
              celebrate being seen.


 
(C) Barbara Wood Gray
September, 2022
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