Autumn Waits

Today breathes in a way that I am reminded of the last of Summer and the coming of Autumn – my favorite time of year. I don’t know why, but I desperately pine after the coming of the Autumn breeze this time of year. Autumn’s breeze inspires me. Is it as if while everything else around me is dying I am discovering new life.

Now, as I sit here, rains dives to the ground to remind me of the Autumn rains as well. I do not understand it, but there is something deep about that season that I relate to, so so well. It is as if my soul is somehow interwoven deep into its fabric of existence. It speaks to me of myself in ways that I cannot even begin to understand yet. For these reasons I anticipate its coming and am very agreeable to such a day with rain and breezes.

*An excerpt from my journal on 7-28-11* 

What season do you look forward to the most?


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About Jeremiah Dowling

I write poetry and take crazy pictures in an Orange Chair all over the United States while reading amazing books.

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