I have to say, this isn’t some of my best work. At least in my sleep-deprived, mind all over the place frame of being, that’s what I think! So anyways, we are in the throes of a south-western Ontario fall. Fall means different things to folks, perhaps you can pick out some of what fall means to me. 🙂
This post is part of the write 31 days challenge.
Go: The Senses of Fall
That feeling in the air.
Would it be snow?
Frost tonight maybe
or perhaps just a good solid blow?
Stop and just listen
Feel the breeze
Or lack thereof.
Listen, are the geese calling?
Encouraging the flock in forward motion
The squirrels chattering, protecting stores.
Breath in deep
Does the cold go down to your belly?
Breath, tasting, knowing.
The taste of fall
Coming through with each breathe.
The last tomatoes, ripe pumpkins, Corn.
Watch full well.
Those leaves scattering across the ground.
The clouds, are there even clouds?
No clouds means that deep cold
will bring frost.
Clouds, more likely snow.
Moving quickly, find a place
to call their own.
Can you smell it?
The damp earth, gathering water
Preparing the ground
for slithering snakes to find refuge.
Sweet smelling leaves from
Sugar maples gathering into compost.
Musky-sweet in the Indian summer sun.
Let your senses run
Settling deep within your mind.
All the Senses of Fall
Smells, sounds, tastes and sights.
And mind the softness of a caterpillar
crawling out of sight.