A State of Mind

While I watch
from the warm side of the window
winter deepens outside my door

It’s true
the clock’s hands turn
the calendar sheds its leaves

but there’s something inside me
that won’t let go
of autumn.

The harvest is in
the vines have gone from dust
to dust

Jars of preserves
are lined neatly on the shelf
and I know

though seasons
cycle ever on
autumn is a state of mind

4 thoughts on “A State of Mind

  1. So lovely. The ending of one season and the beginning of another always fascinates me, especially in terms of how at first I want to hang on to the previous one and then suddenly there is no going back and somehow that is ok. Those “jars of preserves” will keep us going. It makes me think of the line in your next poem/post: “we are born believing in spring.” Blessings, my friend. Diane XO ❤

  2. Jane Thorne

    Hello Sarah, when I lived in Africa I loved it, but I so missed the seasons. Hugs for you my lovely and your beautiful poetry. ❤ Xx

  3. Many thanks, Jane,

    You have led an exciting life. It is no wonder you are such a talented artist
    in so many media. I am always happy for a visit from Jane!


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