It is definitely autumn. We walked home carrying all this—plus the apples we've already eaten, the chicken thighs, the pork roast, the eggs—in the rain and chill. Up the hill. Wearing my new bright orange sweater.
I am happy for it, in so many ways. Perhaps there will be some slowing-down. There will also be some speed-racing, some new friends, some tests of self. There will be long leggings, the heaters ticking on and off in yoga, the stars coming down earlier.
I am looking forward to hot chocolate, to baking cookies, to squash soup and mashed potatoes. I am looking forward to putting more words down on the page. I hope to poem more this month, maybe even daily, because I deserve it. I hope, most of all, for calm and energy.
What are you hoping to do with this month?