So it’s October.
Crisp temperature’s, rust-tinged leaves.
Time to finally bid summer goodbye.
The flowers, spindly and spent, yawn into a stretch,
“Can we finally stop? Isn’t is time for bed???”
“Sure, summer. Autumn’s arrived. Yep, I think it’s time to call it a day (season).
Goodnight, dear summer. Sleep tight.”
Yet, I was wrong as wrong could be,
As another stretched high her neck, towering above all.
And, what next???
Another blinked open her eyes!
Then another … and another … and another!
“Hmm … you remind me of someone I once knew, way back in time, known as “spring”.
But isn’t it autumn? You’re not supposed to do that!”
Of course, I said it with a wink and a grin. :-)
“But what is all of this! Why all this!” I still wondered.
Tossing their woolly heads, they mocked, “Why, why, why all these questions!”
With a wink and a grin, of course. :-)
So I, expecting more-of-the-same dearest autumn–my usual neat, tidy, predictable rows of life–I let go of more-of-the-same, and blink my eyes open to the unexpected.
Staring right back at me.
I feel outsmarted, laid bare in my ignorance. I thought I knew the next chapter–autumn. After all, it’s October! The calendar says it is autumn, well past September twenty-first it is!
It is autumn!
But it’s never the same, is it? Something is always different.
Nothing ever stays the same, but nothing ever arrives the same either. Every season has the final say and knows exactly when to shut their door and lie down in sleep.
Who am I to order, predict, and explain?
As visitors hearken my harvest-laden porch,
they cannot miss it.
And I hope they can appreciate that as much I tried to make autumn happen,
some things are just completely out of my control.
As is much of life.
But sometimes the unexpected is when joy shows its loveliest face.