In the Fall

In the fall

there is the angst we feel in our own way

Is it muscle memory

Is it our instincts

That pull and fret and cannot settle?

Energy and purpose appear in the guise of projects

Schedules

Projections

and an array of attempts to calm

and quell the beast.

In the almost fall

there is heat from the sky and chill from the earth

for the humans

to remark over.

To relate to the angst

and blame for the tug.

The minuscule change in the air

has us raising our noses, scenting the change

As though woodsmoke and frost were blowing our way

In the fall

as the cycle brings dormancy

to some living things

Others stumble out, eyes blinking,

and prepare to live

To create and drive purpose up the winding road

and straight into the arms of

success.

BL

8/23/11