transition
love this time of year
the shifting light,
the early dark
the drying leaves
the rustle underneath the footsteps
the warmth is different with the breeze sifting by
as if a warning of the cooleness to come
but there is a melancholy
the change, the energy
me
it starts to take me deeper
quieter
into a different stillness
from summer
the summer of light,
of vibrancy,
of extreme play, of fullness
and now the quiet desire
of softness
of words
of the dive inward
it is the melancholy of death
impending and upending
of age, growing older
of change
of legacy,
and passing on the tree
the tree of life
the tree of connection
of letting go
of giving back
the shedding of tears
the dismantling of layers
of building up and breaking down
back to the simple, the lusciousness,
the juiciness
back home, my home, me
just me
only me
paulette rees-denis
sept 13, 2014
