A week has come and gone, with no feeling that time made such a quick departure from days tiding away into the sea of yesterdays. There is no holding on to it, on this sand shore, turning to see the spice of red and gold, orange, and green, waving from the woods, calling from the beach into The Autumn of life. With all that Sun pouring on the pulsing brilliance of a forest in Autumn’s seductive allure, Feeling the wave of it enfold in the breathy chill of this Season in the acceptance of it. The call is loud and will not be ignored. Thank the Goddess that I am becoming my favorite Season.
The days whip on by
Late Autumn is this body
Winter circles life
Tagged: be here now, DAILY POEM, GEEZER GIRL, geezer wisdom, HAIBUN, JEANNE ADWANI, JEANNE BEAUCHAMP, LIVING IN THE METAPHOR, MICHIGAN
