The One Deep Breath prompt is to write a poem in any form about "delicious autumn." Fall is my favourite season. Perhaps it's because I was born in September, or maybe it's because the rich colours of gold, rust, auburn, olive and brown flatter my complexion. Most certainly, it is because autumn signals not only the season's change, but renewed prospects within one's own life. It's back-to-school time, as well as back-to-work with renewed vigour, after summer's careless ease. And this fall I will be a student again, for the first time in many years.
Next week I'm off to Seville, Spain for an intensive five-week Spanish course. I will be testing my limits beyond the usual boundaries: living on my own for the first time in nearly seven years; pushing myself to ask tough questions and explore unusual places and forcing my mind to focus for hours at a time on learning a new language. As with all delicious autumn adventures, it is a challenge I enthusiastically embrace.
Ode to autumn
Warm palette of changing colours:
autumn leaves swirl
in the crisp cool air of possibility;
new beginnings beckon.