The Magic of Autumn

A poem for the first day of autumn…my favourite season 🙂

purple leaves

As day and night fall into balance

And the leaves fall from the trees

The cold, crisp air does awaken

The need for reflection within me.


My mind searches in earnest for stillness

My spirit cries out for peace

So into nature I venture

Only then will the urgent need cease.


Once immersed in the transitional season

I can contemplate to my hearts content

Turning my gaze inwards, thinking

Over how my year, thus far, has been spent.


I think of the web of connection

Of the bonds grown through synergy

And of the secret places I’ve found inspiration

This is the magic of autumn for me.