Summer starts to fade into Autumn
its already languid, slithering melody
slowing down to
I am water and I am fire
but I don’t have enough earth within
to blissfully and peacefully transition
into the sleepy impermanence of Fall-
Every year, around this same time,
as Summer and Autumn dance their last dance with one another
(and before Winter rudely cuts in)
I’m either in flames, shooting across the sky like the last firework
saved from the Fourth of July, or
I’m still submerged in the deep healing waters of Summer
waiting to be baptized into a transformative Autumn
and shed all my past skin.
There’s no in-between.
Summer starts to fade into Autumn,
the Earth starts to lean towards darkness and away from the sun
and I wonder what I will harvest
after months spent sowing seeds of hope
into soil soaked in sorrow.