The last warm weather of summer has passed.
It’s in the rearview mirror and it’s slowly disappearing
behind the horizon as we march toward November.
Ever longer nights, the colors once so bright
will soon fade too. It’s a natural thing
and a reminder that all is well.
Even if I have to let go or hold on
til the bitter end. The natural order says so
and I am just a lucky-enough player on the field to notice.
I grow. I shine. I let go. And I can pick up the broken pieces
if I want to. Gather what I need. Or just surrender, relax,
be quiet like the snow blanketing the earth.
It’s a natural thing. And I am a part of nature.
And so it is.