One last brief respite before the coming winter frost.
We shed our jackets & scarves; free ourselves from thermal bondage.
Maybe my recent state of mind has helped me set aside
the blinders of day to day life
and truly appreciate such things.
Maybe I should always park further away
to put my tired, morning eyes and ears to task
and drink in the slow march of the seasons
almost static in comparison to the frenetic flitting
of what becomes everyday life.
The trees are never late for work;
the leaves fall--when they're good and ready.
We lose sight of this;
no longer understand the slow rhythms of nature;
steel ourselves against the Great Imperative:
Just. Breathe.
