A New Shift To Fall

A New Shift To Fall

It’s still a shift;

An utmost sacred one.

One where Mother Earth tilts a new way, conducting new shadows of the Sun.

It’s still a shift.

I feel it in my bones. In my heart. In the tone of my desire.

Im searching for the familiarity, still.

Looking around the corner for the moment of “ahhh, there it is” in some thingthat I see,

Outside of me.

But it is not happening in that way.

There’s a pout of frustration in my indignant crossed arms.

I walk on my toes, eyebrows raised, looking up, peering ‘round.

I can feel the shift, I know it is here.

So where, out there, can it be found?!

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Like the leaves, I’m asked to soften, and grow quiet.

I catch wind of the new flavor.

It’s a different hue.

Now, it’s a new palette of deep browns, greens, and rich wet soil.

The dry crunch doesn’t happen quite so crisply under my boots, this time around.

The air hangs wetter off of the thick leaves whose stems clutch longer.

The moisture weaves a lattice of leather in the leaves.

I’m used to whimsical whispers from the Aspens, floating lightly;

Painting the air with long-exposure streaks of fierce yellow.

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The shift is the same.

The change of the Seasons is all around.

It’s in the inner-most subtle energy where this change lies most true,

not the color of the exterior.

It has little to do with the usual cracking of my lips,

That I now compare to the rich sweat on my brow.

Those are just on the surface.

I feel nostalgia.

“But why?”

I objectively—though gently—question myself.

The true energy is still here in my bones.

The Autumn is still fully birthing itself within me;

As a part of my own Being.

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The texture of leaves, the moisture of soil, the specific smells, the change in the air;

That’s all the decoration to which we attach this definition of Fall.

The change is the same, within the Essence of the Soul,

As we too travel into the new Season.

It’s still the very shift it’s always been.

Listen.

Do you hear your own leaves dropping you inward?

Unstrung from the external experience.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

photo credit: http://nashvillelife.com/Nashville-Fall-Foliage-Color-Tours