Fall slows me down in the best ways. She begs attention & an awareness that I am more than what I produce or what I think I should produce. Fall is a reminder that all things are made new in a coming season.
Fall always invites me to close my eyes, become attuned to what is buried in my torso from a year of neglect. It’s a diligent reminder to grow what is yet to become unearthed inside.
Fall is when poetry sheds itself from me. It is when it asks to live without my thumb’s constant pressing.
Growth is not how overarching we become; growth is sprouting roots in fertile soil.
Fall is when I dance away from the audience. I welcome you, Fall, old friend. Here’s to the temperature change and holding a new season at my fingertips.
Friend, this is Day 17 of a series of posts for the month of October. I’m joining Kate Motaung over at Five Minute Friday for the yearly Write 31 Days challenge. My topic is “Finding Hope in Unmet Expectations” because that’s what my book is about as well. On Fridays, I will write you a poem. Each day has a different word prompt. I hope you enjoy.
Today’s word prompt is GROW.