SadTEMBER

Drooping heads of fading blossoms, wilting plants, dried up stalks replacing summer's verdant foliage increase the sense of something lost. As Autumn beauty tinged with the colors of falling leaves and ripening harvest signals its readiness to be reaped and plucked, a chill in the air forewarns of coming frost Squirrels scurry, chipmunks pack their pouches all life prepares for winter's recurring return, scrolling through the seasons flipping the pages on the calendar of time. In this season, a lesson in the art of letting go, energy all but spent, ripe and past my prime, I sigh and feel a touch of joyful sadness a foreshadowing of the cold, dark, silence . . . guaranteed to come. — Rose Mary Glass, September 11, 2019