. . . and it was autumn

The world is quiet as recovery continues in mid-September with long green shadows at ten in the morning and long blue shadows after four in the afternoon. The light changes quickly while the temperatures moderate between lows of fifty-five and highs of eighty-nine. Each day the sun moves south and I feel a bit stronger. Each day I take my walk around the house surfing door knobs and moldings around the doors and shiny tops of walnut tables. Each day the picture outside my framed window changes like chapters in a novel as the story narrates itself in a clean, clear soft voice -- I look up into the simply now -- shades of rose,  yellow, green and blue.

"I went to sleep in the summer
 I dreamed of rain

 in the morning the fields were wet
 and it was autumn" . . . from September by Linda Pastan