Where Did the Slow Go?

Why is this October almost over?

I’ve just begun to sink into this falling

month, when sunset comes with dinner,

when the moon beckons us to look up

and look far, when the wind 

turns in from the north, whispers stories 

through leaves, when life is supposed 

to slow, allow us to gather up parts 

of ourselves we’ve lost during the fast 

paces of August and September.  

I haven’t finished piecing myself back 

to the whole needed before forming

my resolutions for the coming year, 

a new that startles us soon after 

the Christmas lights go out.

—C.L. Fisher, October 2020

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2 thoughts on “Where Did the Slow Go?

  1. When leaves cannot help but tell stories of change
    The deeply vibrant and shades of green giving way to yellow, orange and red
    The thick velvety feel fading slowly into crispy thins
    As the wind chooses to whisper enough such that the twig cannot rescue yet another falling leaf
    Such stories silently told by the leaves just by the changes they manifest
    Reveal wonders of life that they are willing to lose before they fall to the ground
    To gift us a certain beauty for our lives to behold
    Oh that our hearts receive such stories of gracious love

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