Autumn is a time of transition. I left in Autumn two years ago for a short, reflective respit time. This year others are leaving as I remain in place. One snowbird has taken flight. One missionary is on route to her field; one more, soon to leave for home, also the way of the sun. Too recently a friend has passed from this earth. A goodbye I never got to say. Autumn, a time for leaving. Leaves too, fall. Many go unnoticed. Suddenly branches are empty, cold, and exposed to every glaring bit of sunlight, every Shadow’s presence.
I find myself transitioning with them, as I go no place. I must adjust my thinking to their absence and reckon with the lack of distraction. Soon, with hope, they will return. One, well, I will go to her.
No one e’er stands still
Frozen waters cover streams
Thaws with sparkling sun
Haibun Monday at dVerse. The prompt is transition. I find myself shifting as I try to settle. A quite personal prompt.