TRANSITIONS SIGHTING
CXX1.
Remembrance? - Yes it's steady;
May it endure; -
Transitions, even more.
Each moment's gift, - a lure,
A window from which to soar,
Or a sill on which to rest.
Which is best?
I cannot say.
My bucket list's begun!
Why wait to start
When NOW's the time,
And now is mine already!
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Timeline: September 9, 2012, Dallas
A few days ago It hit 105 degrees Fahrenheit. At 5:00 PM, it was still 103! But the transition which was forecast arrived on schedule that very night and, at midnight, it arrived. We used to call one of these a "blue norther" when temperature drops suddenly and dramatically. This one started relatively mildly with a mere drop of 20 degrees in daytime highs. Comparatively, that's like from mid summer to mid fall, daytime highs in the 80s falling below recent nightime lows!
This respite is forecast to last throughout the coming week, when thermometers will finally start to creep back up into the mid 90s! No more triple digits in sight!
Speaking of what's in sight, of course this transition goes much further and deeper than a few days! It previews my favorite season, Autumn! I say preview because even though there will be more hot days in September, by October, this balmy trend will become established, bringing the special features of Fall which I love so dearly. it will be like a Paradise after the Hadean Summer.
Equinox Sighting
I begin to notice
Lengthened shadows,
Leaves are begun
To shimmer and shake
Unsteadily on their limbs,
Begun to bare.
A certain ambience
Pervades the air ~
A presence, nowhere
Yet - everywhere.
A perfume of change,
Just out of range.
Breezes shift direction;
Squirrels sniff the air.
Their keen detection
Prompts to ready all
With prudent haste
And diligence, steady.
Distance fades upon the rims
Of Sun and Earth:
Equinox, - Sighted!
Time's divided equally,
Allowing full attendance
For the coming Fall.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
bois d'arc in transition
My earlier memories of this time of year, sometimes called Indian Summer, were less populated with turning autumn leaves than became part of my later experiences. From those semi-arid climates of youth, other associations attach. On an irrigated farm, Dad raised feed for livestock at the ranch; this time of year was harvest time. I've vivid memories of freshly cut alfalfa's fragrance wafting through cool air. Often a huge Indian Summer moon arose while he was still working. The memorable aroma's so vivid, I can literally mentally 'sniff' it still!
transitions . . .
plans. . .
Plans?
What plans?
Today's my plan!
It's where I am!
To live it fully,
To feel its every moment
Down to my toes
Is in my plan!
So when it goes
I'll always know
That I was here.
That I was whole.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
collards in transition
I.
Who dares invade,
Pervade my dream?
Uninvited, they.
"No way" - I say.
Yet there you are -
Invading, still.
And where am I?
Dare I fit in my dream -
Somewhere - my dear?
Of course I do.
Of course I will -
. . . Right here.
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
leaf collection
2.
How is it that subtle memories
Invade my dream,
Forecasting future promises?
Flashes of visions yet unknown
Loom on mind's misty screen,
As though known again.
It's as real as Reality, this scene.
How can that be, to begin?
Is there to be more?
______© Nellieanna H. Hay
Poetry on this page written 9-8-2012.
