23 SEPT 2019
Ode to Autumn
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She makes a moist entrance
Still feeling the Summer green of herself
with blooms filling her senses
And harvest already giving to be received
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She is a little care-less, a little nonchalant
in the how soon of spicing us up in russets
And golds, in the heart of her fire reds
and the becoming orange of green not
yet ready.
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She will become a stellar show of her season
of radiant bliss in the ever ongoing cycle
of her presenting vivid aliveness
She returns unattended
She is a follower after all.
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Sister Summer begs her to stay
in the green and blooms
Asking for her to wait a little
longer in the predictability of her
coming around again dressed to kill
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The renegade in her thinks to hold
the season at bay from the request
of her beloved SisterGreen and Light
Letting the heat and rains linger
In the verdancy and lusciousness
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And then…the inevitable rises in her
She asks the Sun to take his distance
And the trees to make way for quietude
in their letting go of summer days
She invites in the glory of the harvest
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The sweet crunch of apples.
The rake of Summer’s release
The cool winds rising from the north
And the hungry want of Winter’s breath
Nipping at wings to to fly south
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Falling into the quietude of regeneration
to rise again in the inevitable cycle of
Birth, Death, Life in patterns repeat
Calling you to surrender, let go, release
Deepen into the peace of silence
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copyright jeanne adwani
