There is an urgency with October that didn’t quite hit in September as we suddenly awaken to the year that has almost passed. We know that days get shorter, our lists get longer and we are vaguely reminded of resolutions we made.
But October is gentle. Her beauty lies in the color of falling leaves. This descent, this blaze of glory, she reminds us about the importance of shedding. Her light, the weather, the leaves and flowers making one last effort to bloom before they withdraw not to be reborn till spring.
She is like a farewell kiss tinged with regret yet tender with love. You still have time, she says to make the most of this year. Don’t fill up your pages with tasks that need to completed. Fill it with dreams that you can nurture during the long slumber instead. Fill it with care for your hearth, your happiness and your health.
Let the stillness that seeps into the land seep into hearts that have been troubled by unrest, by fears, by ghosts of past and worries of the future.
I wrote this a few years ago, but revisited it again today.
Days of Gold
Betwixt heat and cold bloom few days of
Orange and gold
Flowers invite bees gently kissed by the breeze
Squirrels scatter seeking acorns
Marshmellow cotton clouds drift softly
Across forgotten verdant lands below
People race to explore
This sliver of Fall
Before the quickening that will follow
Sepia hued October, here you are again,
It is time
While your leaves are falling
To replenish, to gather the fruits of spring
And summer in readiness
For winter’s cold slumber
When Demeter goes insane, scouring the lands
Seeking Persephone in vain
Waiting for the cycle to start again