Chilly crispness creeps into the early evening air,
The first blush of Fall.
Warm, melty sorbet setting sun
Autumn etches itself deep inside me, like a suave, sensual lover.
Leaves dance to the beat of the breeze, eager to shed their plump summer skins,
And transform into something even more magnificent.
I’m eager to shed my skin, too
And let my soul show, exposed, like a tender secret.
I exhale, wistfully.
Darkness leaks into the horizon like navy blue ink,
I savor it.
Fall is to fall, to unravel into our own arms like raw silk
And catch ourselves, gently.
Fall is to embrace the whipping winds of darkness, of change
With a fierce heart
And embody the gem-like wisdom that lives year-round, in our souls.
Fall into Autumn,
Fall into yourself
And catch yourself, gently, like a rust-tinged leaf.
Stand in the crisp breeze at sunset
Part the frothy seas of your worries, regrets and mistakes,
Let your raw soul be revealed, in a thrilling striptease of leaves.
Unclasp your hands
And your heart
Of what was—of the tattered, sepia-colored pages
That used to be.
See those pages blow away, dissolving into thin air
As your ghosts fly off into the midnight-blue horizon,
Leaving only a thin residue intertwined in a whispering memory.
A subtle, powerful shift.
An Autumn exhale.
Kiss each painfully beautiful change with your soul’s tongue
And be reborn.
Author: Sarah Harvey
Editor: Yoli Ramazzina