A picture of grass and flowers with mountains in the distance


In the amber tint of late September,
Coolness walks in with comfort
And color follows close behind. 

With the rustling of full branches,
I receive permission to rearrange.
I relearn a lesson from the leaves
Who trust the earth below to brace their fall;
They already know how to let go. 

The ache of golden hour light
Becomes an earlier dusk;
I am invited to join in its repose.
Rest and reflection are welcomed as liturgy. 

The trees play dress up
And put on a show;
Belonging comes in the front row seat they offer me.

In the amber tint of late September.
I breathe deep with this glow of renewal
And consider—maybe I too can let my walls down.

Image via Raisa Zwart Photography

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