Skipping Fall

It seems as though Colorado is skipping fall. We have gone from shorts and t-shirts with bright leaves for only days to COLD, windy, snowy days. All is dead in the garden. The one pumpkin picked early gives us our only sign that Autumn is still present. We are covered in layers. We are making soup. Cedar prepared the cream of potatoe soup the other night and then he made the apple pie with Daddy. We are outdoors a bit less and finding our pellet stove and down blankets comforting as we tuck away for the nights. I remember thinking all was so alive just weeks ago and how fall was such a beautiful shift , but now honor the death of seasons. I mourn the days gone of spending hours in the garden. Of watching the kids swing and jump all day. How fast the emotions of the season has changed. friends lives shifting, changing. Mourning. Mine ever shifting changing like the colors of the leaves. Today bright red with delight. And so with one eye shedding summer tears the other open with brightness if white, laughter, sledding, hot cocoa, finger crocheting, cooking. I look to the tomorrows that lie ahead. And sit by a warm fire in the present.