Whenever October beautifully and slowly folds in, I reminisce over the allure season and its warm colors.
To me, Fall reflects a reality of change and modification. One day, like those Autumn leaves, we will set off and leave to a journey elsewhere. To that, I celebrate this Truth through the poem below;
Brown, orange and red
Each leaf drops down dead.
Yet, there is beauty in that
Highlighting the fact
That at one point any entity comes to an end –
Yes, that is the main message I send!
Dried leaves crush under my feet
Making music down the street.
Mellowed richness gather by the side
Saying good bye to my stride.
They don’t quit, they just leave
To another life, they believe!
Crispy cool air brushes at my cheeks,
Then, from a tree a squirrel peaks,
Longing for this season to arrive
As it hops, looks around, and hive.
The first smells of the fireplace,
In my nostrils, leave wood trace.
The crimson and scarlet colors
Scatter all over like feathers.
Keeping me warm as I walk
Making me unable to talk.
Pumpkins, acorns, berries, and corn
Honeyed meadows are born.
Wearing a burgundy scarf and a golden crown
Nature astounds me with its gypsy gown.
With every leaf fluttering to the ground
My heavy burdens are released and drowned.
It’s at this time of the year
I feel I have nothing to fear.
Like the balanced day and night
The good equals the evil on the inside.
Making me assess my soul,
Asking where I’m heading
And what is my goal?
The impermanence of life can be seen
Felt and absorbed with a mind so keen.
Let the darkness inside settle still
Until it frosts to a complete chill.
Give the Light the time to grow
Work on oneself before you go.
It’s true that every phase will soon be gone,
But a soul is constantly on the run.
Floating and twirling in many a form,
Thirsty for that bright Truth to swarm.
Filled with hope I float along,
In this caramelized paradise where I belong.
Feeling happy and in peace,
All my agony has been released!
Autumn, life with you is just a start
A beginning of a new cycle, there is no doubt!
Because when one existence says adieu
A new one blooms in another milieu.
October 1, 2017
P.S.: These pictures were taken twelve years ago when I used to live in France.