I sit at my desk
My soul feels pinched and confined
There is too much to do
And not enough time

My feet walk away from me
My brain is still inside
And then… fall recalls me

Scents of warmth and spice
Fill my senses and
Cleanse the mind

Thoughts that cloud my mind
Are swept away
A red leaf whirling on the breeze

Swooshing feet
Through red and yellow and brown’s
crunchy carpet
Ease the crease between the brows

The warm sun touching
Warming and seeking
Refresh my spirit

The gentle breeze
Teases my jacket cords
Provides a meditation of sorts

And I find a blessing in that
I – the being of myself –
I am here today

Girded with peace and
Recentered in myself
I am again prepared to meet the grind