The magic begins…
leaves rustle on trees,
dusting the air
falling to our feet
rubies and emeralds
dusting the toes
A hint of cooler airs
stirs the blood
causing it to waken
from the slow sludge
of humid, hot summer
The spirit quickens
now is the time
for a honing of skills
an awakening of creativity
September brings alertness
no longer encumbered
by the blanket breathing
still life of summer months
Donning light sweaters
we wrap them about us
as we venture new beginnings
chins up, we brave the world
The day is blustery, warm for Autumn, and the winds are kicking it. I head out with my trusty broom and start sweeping the leaves on the deck and driveway of a client’s home. And I’m thinking, “Look at me. I’m raking leaves. This is going to look so good. I’m 60 and sweeping leaves! (I’m an apartment dweller, I don’t do leaves) I might also add I’m in a lot of pain so the bluster is on both ends. I’m getting close to finishing and a huge wind comes along and swooshes the leaves right back where they were to begin with. I stop, look into the sky and say, “Really? Just had to knock me down a few pegs.” So I took that trusty broom, went inside, and put it away.”
The place where I dump the stuff that's inside my head.