Sere

Sere

A poem of Accretion

By Sindy Leah Fitz

Crisp exhilarating air deeply earthy and wildly free, makes everything seem possible. Creatively painting the landscape into a whole new world. Caught between two, not quite knowing which is preferred, the stoic death or the cleansing renewal all brought full circle.

Rescinding the warmth becoming still in a solitude that follows into every hollow, burrow and cave. Reaping through darkness seems less eerie as it flows into a sense, a feeling, a knowing. Remembrance of playfulness is replaced by urgency, survival, and coziness. Readily gathering, harvesting, steadiness and security. Reincarnating from casually dawdling into courageous strength.

 Impressive displays of colored leaves gleaming like light glowing through stained glass panes. Indignant absolute in every shameless display appearing lost and bewildered. Idyllic are the many paths adorned with gem colored foliage. Illusions, trickery at play while the animals scurry and the streams of iridescent light fills the once shaded approach. 

Sunlight meandering through amber wheat gently swaying to their own song waving and dipping in perfect unison. Soon one adventurous scamp of a leaf breaks free from its bough, spirals rebelliously to a saunter. Strolling across the browned grass tumbling to a restful spot beneath the mighty oak from which it once held firm. 

Pungent smoke from bonfires far and near blanketing the air. Preparing with intent every harvest has to sustain the darkness. Purposeful, every singular step not to waste a moment of time. Precious memories of emerald hills, valleys swollen with flowers. Partaking in soirees, splashing in cool waters, basking on sandy beaches, drifts away to grey skies and muted earth. 

Arise to a steady rhythm, bustling through the once carefree wonder of it all. Actively filling, stacking conscious of every situation; every cause and effect. Aching for childish frivolity, resolved to maturity. Apples firm sheen being stacked alongside squash layered between hay with root vegetables. Amidst the clanging of jars sealed tight, stored near bags of barley and grains. 

Idle hands have no place here. Imagination has little time as well, against the subtle swirl of each breath. Insightful moments fill darkening skies. Industrious days create a calming knowing, where the time stands still but for an instant. Inspiration is equal to the laborious task. Introspection is the symptom of strength accomplished. 

Resolute staunchness, every cupboard is full, blankets have been aired against a solemn backdrop. Readiness has been achieved, carefully stocked and accounted for. Relaxation finally allows a slip into frolicking through those gem spotted leaves. Roaring fires greet cold fingers and toes. Rejoicing in celebratory dances, flickering lights casting shadows against the sustained crisp air.