autumn is a time of reflection

autumn is a time of reflection,

I decide

as I stare down into the muddy puddle

and study the face reflected in it.

I thought that this September

would still be hot,

but I guess the earth gave us

all she had during

that stifling summer.

now rain hits my windowpanes

and my hair is soaked

whenever I arrive at school.

the summer sun is still there,

but I can feel it slowly being

enveloped by a

cloud of cold.

autumn is a time of reflection,

I decide

because I tend to think more

about my life

about my goals

than I do in the new year.

I like renewing myself

together with the trees.

as they’ll soon start losing their coats,

I’ll shrug on mine

and dress my soul

in red, yellow, gold.

for years ‘who I am’ has been a figure with a blurry face

sitting behind me.

for years ‘who I want to be’ has been a

mere shape, a cloud, a gathering

of vague ideas.

autumn is a time of reflection,

and this autumn I am not only looking back

but also forward and all around.

shapes start to form lines start to form words.

the muddy puddle clears and now I can see the crisp blue sky.

the smell of cinnamon and candles

the feel of wool and books.

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autumn is a time of reflection,

I decide.

maybe it’s not the most original idea

but it’s only one of the many new ones in my mind right now.

because it is autumn

and I know who I was

I know who I am

and I know who I want to be.