New found principles
fell into practice
with the arrival of the Northern winds.
New scuffs on knees
bent in humility
All become stone harden and Winter ready.
Coffee cups covered and extra quilts line our giant wood shelter.
Fall is found
as is my new principles
my writer's hand
my free flow of feeling
and grout stain finger nails
Fall is warmth
cocina made pozole, tamales for all and end of the year cheer.
It's the sleepy depression of our days disappearing into early nights.
It's magic wrapped in finger wool gloves.
Dreams haunt the cabin’s heat
and crackle the chopped wood piles.
Oh light! Oh lovely Lord!
I’ve seen the seeds sown in those tangerine sunsets.
Perhaps all is not lost.
Perhaps an early thaw
miracles this fall.
Where nature reverses.
Scowls to smiles.
Lost faces to landscapes of generosity.
Mouths put into practice of principles
yearning to be handed down
and taught to a young soul
whose fall has been found.