October the first.
Trees still mostly green,
but this last week
a definite shift in the air.

Although a tad apprehensive
about the increasing coldness that awaits,
I take pleasure in these shifting seasons,
a reminder of each moment having its own beauty,
its own soul.

And amid the constant changes,
I value what has remained over the years.
Family, old, steadfast friends.

As autumn gains a deeper layer,
in between the calendar entries,
I get an urge to huddle and quieten down.

In the best case, 
give my all to each encounter,
then in the quiet moments
meet with my own soul.
In the autumn dimness,
have ever clearer eyes.

"Your hand opens & closes,
opens & closes.
If it were always a fist
or always stretched open,
you would be paralysed.
Your deepest presence
is in every small contracting & expanding,
the two as beautifully balanced & coordinated
as birds' wings."

~ Rumi