Accepting My Autumn
A poem about change and aging.
Accepting My Autumn
My horse labored the last few feet
As we crested the hill
My reluctant heart and mind
Adding to his burden.
His heaving chest
Expanding and contracting
Beneath me
As we come to grips with our bearings.
We stood weary from the long ride,
Expected to move on,
Unsure of where we were going.
What direction from here?
There were many trails,
But no familiar path.
Just simple arrows pointing waywardly
Amidst a jumble of color,
Shades of green, gold, russet
Separate, but meshed
Like horse and rider.
I contemplated the route I should take
As he shook his head,
Perplexed at my hesitation
About facing the season before me.
Our wondering hearts have quieted