With these October days upon us, I’m ever conscious of the shift in seasons. I watch the days grow shorter, witness the leaves falling from the trees, and take in the smell of neighborhood fireplaces ablaze once again. Although I have lived in numerous states throughout the US, I have always resided in a place that enjoys each of the four seasons. I take comfort in the certainty of spring, summer, fall, and winter. The regularity and knowingness of the seasons somehow gives me faith that things happen for a reason and that all things come in time.
As I get cozy with this shift into autumn, I also take extra comfort in poetry. I’m a huge fan of David Whyte and thought I’d share some of his prose on the falling of leaves and ways to greet the seasons.
From Coleman’s Bed by David Whyte
See with every turning day,
how each season makes a child
of you again, wants you to become
a seeker after rainfall and birdsong,
watch now, how it weathers you
to a testing in the tried and true,
admonishes you with each falling leaf,
to be courageous, to be something
that has come through, to be the last thing
you want to see before you leave the world.
How will the new season make you childlike again? Will you be filled with courage from each falling leaf? What comfort will you take with you?
Meghan of Life Refocused