For sadness in springtime
Running along
in a chill spring drizzle,
thinking of nothing,
a leaf falls to the ground
in front of my face.
Suddenly,
I am running in
a chill autumn drizzle,
without my permission.
"No,"
I say aloud, breaking the spell.
"Sometimes leaves fall
in the growing season.”
Tears, too, sometimes.
Let them fall.
They're welcome here
in the growing season.
Nature refuses to stay in our tidy boxes. One can find signs of autumn in winter and spring and signs of spring and summer in the autumn. Every season holds messy pieces of past seasons. Photos taken by me, Spring, 2025.
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Playing right now: Into the Woods by Phildel
When I rise up let me rise up joyful like a bird
When I fall let me fall without regret like a leaf
~Wendell Berry
At the park with my kids yesterday, could not shake the feeling that it was autumn. The colors; the drizzle; the ambient sense of ubiquitous endings. I needed to keep reminding myself: this is spring. Everything’s getting bigger; more gregarious, not less. Soon the leaves will render crowns opaque.
Lovely!