Early Autumn Days

And where, in those early autumn days
Did you first feel the chill on your cheek
And ask, “Where do I go from here?”

As you look up into the heavens,
Crisp dry leaves framing your view,
The waning warmth of summer’s sun on your cheek

Your feet begin to take root
Your arms spread wide
Your heart opens to take in the glory of all that is

And in this instant of vulnerability and connection
You know where to go,
You know