we wish not to settle into the ease and rest of the upcoming chill
the upcoming death of spring, the loss of light that was summer
for fear that easing into rest, we will become more aware
of what we’ve tried to hide
of what we tried to push down
into the recesses of our souls
through action, we forget our pain
through movement, we forget our sorrow
through constant busyness of mind, we forget our grief
they tell us to settle and soften and make space to care for ourselves
we neglect those words and guidance
for fear that we will have to rehash
all that we’ve buried away
but with softness and space we learn not to fear the things
that we feel
but we allow them a momentary flicker in the fires that still burn
before the darkness of fall nights turn the sky purple
bring crisp chill to the air that allows us the time to reflect
on what we tried to let go before we were ready
what if the death of fall is the last little bit of life we give
to those experiences before we can truly let it fall from the trees
like orange leaves onto frostbitten plates of grass
taking its final rest before eventually moving
on and its own time