September 1, 2022
Indian Divide, New Mexico
Summer is making her passage and stepping softly towards fall,
She is walking slowly this year
The slight hum of the wind that speaks to colder days
Passing intermittently through my consciousness
Catching the corner post of the porch roof
Humming with a voice that speaks to colder days.
I feel the stirring in my bones today
Much as the elk do as their rut comes into play
But subtler, calmer and with a different purpose
For as the elk seek to perpetuate their existence
I am reminded of the importance of my survival
On a far more individual basis.
Instead the high long bugle from deep in the canyons
Will stir a different need
To stack wood and to secure the loose edges of my life
That I may hunker down in the safety of my nest
To build fires against the cold
And to feast on the stores of my efforts
The summers harvest and the gathered goods
That will see me through until spring.
I find in the study of that the most crucial elements
The peace of mind and stability
The strength of body and spirit
The inherent calm I have worked towards all my life
And I find it good and lacking for little
As summer makes her passage and steps softly towards fall.