Autumn

I grew still after the glittering,
brimming with water, wild, and spring;
after the deceptive, brief happiness,
youthful love had taken flight...

I grew still after summer's promises,
had seared my heart to ash;
after the thousand aching desires,
buried somewhere in the July dusk...

Today I am autumn—wise and ripened,
having weathered both spring and summer...
I'm November, ablaze with color...Yet whole...
Richly held by love and longing...