Fall
is yawns and
a general
slowing-down of time.
The world is dipped in molasses
and comes out
stickier
but sweeter than ever before.
And we,
in the world,
seem to speed up because of it.
Time feels rushed
as we hurry
trying to get more done,
to set new goals
before the year ends.
But really,
we need to slow down
and appreciate
the sweetness
of the world
before the first
powdered-sugar frost
appears.
the first snow
always elicits a sense
of wonder
in me
a feeling that
everything is new again
and that the world
is being reborn
entering a new phase
in its annual cycle
of growth
A group of girls
in a circle in the shade
talk quietly in the world
their voices rising and falling
a stream of consciousness
pulling from their minds
memories of the day before.
A whistle
a ball
I am still growing tall
Reaching my shoots
of knowledge and ideas
of perspective and friendship
high into the sky to roam
with the falcons and eagles
sparrows and finches.
Someday
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