A poem for the fall

Today marks the first day of the autumn equinox. The weather was gray and atmospheric, making it clear fall had arrived.

I decided to skip art class and instead spent time tidying up my studio/office and changing the bed sheets—because starting a new season with fresh linens feels right. I also had the urge to bake, so I pulled out the cookbook and made cinnamon rolls, all while my moody autumn playlist played softly in the background.

While going about my day slowly and intentionally, I stumbled upon these two poems, which beautifully captures the subtle shift in the season.

Late August by Mary Chivers

I ache for what I cannot keep - the birds, the phlox, the late-flying bees - though I would not forbid the frost, even if I could.  There will be more to love and lose in what's to come and this too:  desire to see it clear before it's gone.

Late October by Maya Angelou

“Only lovers
see the fall
a signal end to endings
a gruffish gesture alerting
those who will not be alarmed
that we begin to stop
in order to begin
again.”