And now
more than ever before
my favourite season
the crisper air
the nod to winter
of longer nights
of more sleep
and low sunsets
of bright moons
and early stars
the changing colours
of the leaves
and their flutter
and fall
across my walking feet
the robin's call
where has he been?
that feeling
the internal clock
of settling in
of curling up
and regenerating
of slowing down
and clearing out
in readiness
for next spring
it is the excitement
of new life
but at a slower speed
it is the changing focus
it is time to breathe
to let summer sink in
send thanks for the bounty
and watch the transition
it is time for me
a pocketful of seeds
of strongly scented
evergreen wreaths
of drying flowers
hanging from the eaves
and a cold frame
full of cuttings
of taking new from old
in anticipation of growth
a leap of faith
a show of patience
it is time to stop
and take stock
of all the things
that have been forgotten
in summer's haste
and invite them back in
for me the main thing lost
was poetry
but here I am
back on the page
and as ever
my muse
my inspiration
welcomes me
all it takes
is just be still
and quiet
and feel
and slowly
the world transforms
into poetry