The fall season is here according to the calendar, but the temperatures outside my door do not align. I’m being as patient as possible, enduring what feels like an endless summer–which becomes an endless flare-up for my neuropathy pain, that has caused my brain to be rather mushy, my hands not capable of keeping up with the physicality of writing, and my mental health teetering despite my best efforts for balance–and feel strongly that all will be well once the temperatures drop. I can only hope for this, of course. Hope with all my dwindling and fatigued might.
Here is a little poem:
the endless summer
teaches strength
to bear the beaming pains
& humility to ask for help
with tear stains on your face
the bright of day will blend
to gold, to ochre
& smoky grey
the winds will blow from
the mountain guards
scattering lonely clouds away
the air will be pierced with
hometown scents:
the harvests, the apples,
the grain
senses reawaken to the autumnal,
only seasonal love remains
Photo by Arina Krasnikova
Thistle Thoughts 
leave endless summer to the beach buoys ok? ok now~!
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Haha, too true
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in vino veritas.
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A moving piece of writing! Yet, it is so heartwarming to read about your sense of hope in the prose write-up and this lovely poem! I wish the weather gets cooler soon and you feel better Jennifer!
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Thank you, Dominic 🙏
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My pleasure Jennifer!
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Beautiful poem Jennifer, my favorite time of year is Autumn. Sending positive vibes for your health
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Thank you 💜
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Lovely poem.
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Thanks so much!
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You’re welcome.
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Beautiful 💗
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Thank you 🙏❤️
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❤️💗
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i enjoy how this reminds me that seasons each teach us something over time. it’s easy to get disconnected from that and your poetry helps ground us in that reality.
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Aww thank you 💜
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I’m lucky to live in a moderate climate. I don’t know if I could be as strong as you in coping with the effect of extreme weather on symptoms. Wishing for cooling mountain winds to blow your way soon!
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Hopefully, I will be moving to a better place next year if all goes well. Thank you!
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That’s good news. Fingers crossed that your plans will fall into place.
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Sending positive vibes to warm you, Jennifer. Thanks for the poem.
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Thank you, Selma 💛💛
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Really good poem !
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Thanks so much!
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No problem thanks for following 😀
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So sorry you’re still feeling unwell and that the hot temps are dragging on. Hoping you’ll get a break and feel better soon! I love your beautiful poem! 😊
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Thank you! 💜🙏
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May the most welcome season come to you soon! We saw our first snow here this week (the meteorologists called it ‘groppel’ but it was snow as far as I was concerned) and that day I also learned the Ojibwemowin phrase “Zoogipon” and thought of you. Wishing peace and coolness to you!
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So awesome. Thank you 💛💛
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THIS IS JUST SO INCREDIBLY BEAUTIFUL HHGHGDFFD I’M SOBBING??? 😭🥺 also desperately hoping that fall comes soon and the temperatures are much better for you!!
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Thank you 🧡
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Fall is the best time, I think.
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I’m quite fond of it
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