Dreaming of Autumn
Autumn is dreaming in, like the perfume of a flower that is yet to bloom. Though the season has not started, it’s touch is everywhere. Leaves are on the ground, a coolness is filling the air. Fall is in the light.
Life is oceanic and intimate, at the same time. Autumnal tides in the past were far different than they are now. Though this season is marked by the changing in the light, I have been seeing everything tinted differently, anyway. My world is not the same.
Sadness and beauty. They are sort of like perfume. The pretty scent…then the drifting away. Summer is ending. I know that I can go through the golden season and into the sharper chill of Winter quietly and by myself.
I still dream of more.