Crisp red and gold leaves
nestled in curb and corner,
scattered on lawns and patios.
Winds try in vain to fool us ~
fool us into believing
autumn colours are gone ~
look down and around to see
these jumbles of colour,
brushed from the trees,
tucked away at our feet.
“The wind likes making jokes!”
~ Mehmet Murat Ildan, writer
Watching the city grow and change
year to year from a car window
is impossible until squinting at
the faded blue paint on a brick building
announcing a grocery store;
seeing empty lots where
‘remember that house that was there’;
driving down a street that once was
the middle of a grain field;
houses worn and crumpling
from years with prairie weather,
some kept up and still as neat and tidy
as when they were young ~
sporting new siding and new roofs;
office buildings and housing units
sprouted like new shoots of wheat in the spring;
new scaffolding asks ‘what’s that going to be?’
Watching the city grow and change
year to year from a car window.
“A city is more than a place in space, it is a drama time.”
~ Patrick Geddes, Science, City and Regional Planning, Sociology
stay cozy under the blanket ~
normal feels good
but not strong.
don’t have to surrender
to belief.
That would take energy ~
feeling ‘not 25 anymore’.
a distressing thought.
at both ages ~ lying down,
feet up feels the same.
No worries about being tired,
being out of balance,
being afraid of our own mortality.
With every age and stage of life
~ being in the world changes.
How anyone adjusts
to these minute changes ~
one of life’s great mysteries.
But adjust we do with
the same wants and needs -
balance shifting from wants to needs.
But oh, how do we still
‘want’ the bright shiny things.
“I fall into all kinds of inauthenticity
when I conspire to forget my mortality.”
~ Sam Keen, author
