Surrender

October 25th, 2011

There is nothing I can do.
But watch.
My wanting it to change, my arguing with it,
pleading for one more day, pointless.

The leaves fall, the wind changes,
the temperatures drop, the geese fly.
My mind calling it the enemy.

I prefer,
cloudless skies, sprinklers, and bare feet.
Nights on the deck in the company of birds, laughter
and a bottle or two.
Sand toys, beach chairs and long stretched out days.
Please stay.

My preferences go unheard.
“Shh” she says, busily moving on.
I must add another layer, turn on lights, find my slippers.
My wanting doesn’t matter.
I can want all I want.
The leaves still fall.
The birds still leave.

And it is right now, at this time
that I know how small I am.
I learn my place.
My place is right here,
where the seasons teach me
about letting go.

So I do. Let go.
Eventually, after a fight.
The snow will come and the earth will rest.
She will take this time to be still, holding my hand.
And then quietly, finally,
I surrender to the perfect rhythms
of life.

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  1. Simple, true, and sweet.

  2. Margaret says:

    I love this Meg 
     

  3. Jeanne says:

    Sigh —- as I watch the branches outside my window give up their gold and red leaves, I also feel that loss of summer.  I try to remind myself that winter brings its own coziness.  Some days my reminders work better than other days.

  4. Khensa says:

    Life sent this my way at the perfect moment in time.  

  5. aclambart says:

    Beautifully written. Thank You for sharing.

  6. Meg says:

    I’m glad it spoke to you :)

  7. Amber says:

    so lovely, it just flows with the message it gives. Thank you.

  8. Terry says:

    Wow, This really touched me.  Thank you.

    Perfect