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