July 30th - a poem
It's not August yet. The season of midlife
It’s still summer, but August is near
Changing seasons of our lives
the harvest of adulthood
It’s still summer
August will be here
There is an unease in August
Like the Sunday of the summer
You know a transition is coming
but not quite yet
What will August be like?
I don’t know
I can only speculate
I remind myself it’s still summer
we are still young
but autumn is coming
So many years and seasons
there was spring
falling in love
so young
learning about each other
growing together
Springs bring gentle rain
Spring brings storms too
but we weathered them
together
The summer storms can be stronger
The sun shines hotter and brighter
After each storm
It’s hard to know when the next storm will hit
If at all
What’s next?
I don’t know what August will bring.
Midlife is scary
It brings fear of the unknown
the fear may be unnecessary
because now it is late July
The breeze caresses my shoulders
I’m still young
We are still young
There is so much beauty in life
In me
In us
In the world
I am still beautiful
in my own way
inside and out
it’s OK to say so
as I hang on to my youth
the only standard I have is to myself
We are not old
not yet
I'm jumping ahead too far
to a future that may or may not exist
I need to breathe in the cool air.
It will be OK
Let’s sit in summer for now
I thought there would be storms
maybe not today
the sky is clearing
and it is a new day
@Rod Bluhm thanks so much for restacking
Relating to this poem quite deeply at this time (not b/c August did in fact just start today) but b/c my husband is talking about his target retirement date everyday now. I am not sure I am ready for that phase, but I am entering it nevertheless.