The Ides of October
Another Gravity
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And all at once,
summer collapsed into fallOscar Wilde
The ides of October!
All at once that first frost arrives, and summer collapses into fall. A sudden urgency arrives as another gravity. Darkness scythes at the vanquishing light as the tilt of the earth leans away from the sun. Winter has beckoned as a premonition dancing on the crisp morning breeze. Naked skin is caught between a warm hug and a chill. Green is fading into the trembling heart of a raging fire bleeding into colour. Leaves rain down to be trampled underfoot. The great migration fills the skies. The fields give birth to the harvest of what the rain and the warmth serenaded to seeds wrapped in soil. Nature collides with awe.
There is an invitation to a journey to the inside. Gratitude and abundance reach out to transformation. The changing colours and waning light reflecting our own inner harvest as we release what no longer serves us, giving way to the sacred circle of letting go to grow.
October
Frost preys on the dew
Her sharp talons dagger at the serotinal green
freezing dreams of barefoot breeze
into boots
wet woollen dampness dries
clinging heavy to the heat
The wind has grown
a wild mane of tempest
Darkness foots the sun
slashing at the light
Time has broken the sword of September
Seizing the tilting world
bleeding the colours into surrender
Pierced by urgency
screaming mime sharply awakening to a deeper knowing
Another gravity
Wanting to stay warm- under
the blanket of summer
With no choice but to concede
I throw off the covers
Fall- into the cold
The warmth releases in waves
as I slowly let her go
© Jamie Millard
May the crisp ides of October kiss the harvest of soul. May the colours of transformation light the way- to you. Enjoy all that autumn brings in her sweet surrender. Growth never sleeps. Thank you for Being-Here.
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Lots of love,
Jamie
Thanks @Geraldine A. V. Hughes for the restack 🙏❤️
Gorgeous and so evocative! "The changing colours and waning light reflecting our own inner harvest as we release what no longer serves us, giving way to the sacred circle of letting go to grow." The light and colors took my breath away this morning on my walk, and I feel the gasp in my heart at how fast the trees turn gold and drop their leaves, then it's gone. My mother died on November 11th three years ago, just as the last of the leaves dropped, and so each fall now is even more emotional for me as I feel her in the wind and leaves. We haven't had our first frost yet, here in western Colorado, but it's coming soon. I am still watering my blooming zinnias and petunias on the patio. We're all wanting to linger longer!! Thank you for preparing me for the beauty of what's next.