Winds come up,
the storm has started its journey,
expected to arrive tomorrow.
Scents of freshness and fall
brush across my spirit,
lifting me, making me breathe deep

I fly like time
backwards into the embrace
of so many falls, so many fresh turnings,
seeing the seasons whole,
seeing life timeless,
every moment known, and loved,
at once.

©Wendy Mulhern
September 22, 2023