Autumn Knocks

Autumn's cool mornings, and cooler nights, mean she is knocking at the door
Summer has begun to pack her bags and move to the Southern Hemisphere
Winter then will come, soon enough, she'll be here

Summer arrived with hope in her cases, but when she unpacked them, it was gone
Somewhere else, someone else must have that case. Disappointing

Subtle changes in the air, the perfume of Autumn - a shifting, a turning, a retreating

Yet Autumn arrives with her cases full of rich garments, exotic and enchanting all at once
Colours of passion to warm the heart - before those shorter colder days of Winter arrive
She dances on the wind and draws Creation into the dance
Falling leaves leap up to swirl with the rhythm of her song

Autumn is gently suggesting that my heart let go of Summer hopes and dreams
I want to hold on for a while longer; I hesitate to open my hands and let the wind lift them away

Perhaps Autumn is coming to remind me that her rich passionate colours are the colours of my heart, my true colours
She draws me in to remember her bounty of produce and the simmering fragrance it produces
What simmers in the kitchen can warm others hearts, draw them in from the outside and embrace them in the warmth found sitting round the table.

Ah yes, Autumn is knocking at the door
I have always loved her arrival, felt most alive when she visits
But this time, I don't want to let go of Summer, not yet
It seems too soon, too short, or maybe it is just letting go of the dreams I hoped she would bring

Perhaps Autumn has something of hope in her cases
She is a rich one indeed