As the world begins to die,
I feel myself coming alive
Again; that same reawakening
That always seems to come
As the world drifts towards
Its semi hibernation.

The abundant life of Summer
Somehow seems static compared
With the movement in this
Slow death we call autumn.
Perhaps it is this that rouses
Me from my summer slumbers.

I seem to thrive on this
Transition from the summer
To the winter world; on the
Constant change around me.

Change is normally something
I fear, yet I embrace autumn
Like an old friend. Perhaps
My affection is for the safety
In the predictable nature of
Its change; for the way in which
This change has happened before.

And yet, somehow, every autumn
Is a brand new experience,
To which I come with the
Childlike wonder of the new.

I could analyse this
Apparent paradox forever,
But I prefer to stop thinking
And start feeling the
Unique joy which only
This season brings.

09/02/2008

Posted on 09/15/2008
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