Autumn is coming & with it, abundance.
The rain & its ancient endless hammers,
the good field of Self let loose with red horses.
I am ready for the shift, the darkening of days
& goldening of quiet.
I am the cliff where a lone rivulet of green dangles.
I ease into the arms of October, releasing my sleep into its care,
allowing my wakefulness to unlatch & open inside its gaze.
I am the fruit of summer, reaped.
Let me run in the orange wind.
Let me unfold in crisp daylight.
Let me ripen & fall,
& falling, resist