I have discovered many friends lately, some very close to me, who are experiencing a profound and often difficult transition in their lives. This poem was written for you ~ and for everyone going through a life transformation.
In the innermost depths of Autumn,
In the interminable upswirl of leaves and earth,
Comes transition, change, an inevitable onset of life’s temporary slumber.
Different from Spring, this season brings with it the aroma of mortality and decay;
It is pungent and evident and swirls purposefully through the crisp, cool air that we breathe.
Yet with this decay, with this impending introduction to winter’s death,
Appears an opportunity for reawakening –
For rebuilding, refocusing and reexamining;
Like the accumulation of fallen leaves, we gather past thoughts, emotions and memories
And toss them together in a flickering pyre of flames
Proffering them to the earth like an organic offering on the altar of transformation.
By purging them from our bodies, minds and souls, we henceforth allow sufficient space
For a tiny seed of rebirth to germinate within us,
Slowly cultivating in the fertile soul of our acceptance and determination,
Preparing itself for bloom in the restorative sunlight of Spring.
© 2012 Enchanted Zaftig