The Coming of Fall

 

The coming of fall is a joyful time

of harvest, plenitude, fulfillment — sadness,

too. Don’t you feel it? We’re past the prime

of summer, so we can rethink the mad

promises of spring and how we were drunk

on possibility, but now we know

better, beyond the chatter of our monkey

minds. The air is quieter now, the slow

pull of the river’s current more insistent

as the evenings grow longer. We can

gather and remind ourselves that each day

is a forever, but blink and you’ve missed

it. Autumn — the time to light our lamps and

to honor those who show others the way.

 

                           for Baron & Janet Wormser

 

 

© Michael Fleming

Brattleboro, Vermont

September 2025

 

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