The season begins to rotate, changing from the warm summer days to the chilly start of Autumn. I’ve always found the in between seasons to be the most beautiful. Filled with slow change and feet dipped into warm and chilly all at the same time. Until now I’ve had to watch the beauty of these moments from calendars and post cards. Having grown up in a city where there was no distinct seasons, merely winter and summer, one never truly got to see the colours fade and bloom as the days moved forward. This is the first Autumn I find myself driving on an over cast day with the sun trying to be present , and have leaves softly fall on my windscreen. The air also has a sweet chill in it that has me starting to feel different. Like the season, I find myself morphing into a new phase. A beginning of a new experience is upon me. I can’t tell what it is or why , but the future feels like it’s filled with something subtle but exciting. At the same time I find myself drawn to silence. As if my words feel out-of-place in this moment. Sit still . Be patient. Temperance is the theme of the end of the month. The chilled breeze is teaching me that peace is found not in sound but in the slow allowance of sleep and rest. I am in need of sleep and rest.
The last 6 months has been a rollercoaster that I can’t seem to articulate to anyone. Not even those who were close to me during this time. I haven’t been able to write a poem in the last 3 months. Not due to a lack of emotion or content . But due to a lack of will I guess. Often the need to constantly express everything is a resistance to breathing calmly for me. So like the leaves that fall softly in the breeze, I to will slowly let go. Slowly release control. Temperance. Let everything come in its own time. Prehaps I let this be my art for a while. The quiet. The silence. Me breathing.
“…there are times when silence is a poem.”