Autumn

The kitchen steam of summer melts,

Falling into sunset drops.

No streams left

 in which to land,

So dryness

invites them in.

Trees loosen their grip

As leaves finish

 their terms as suncatchers

And prepare to sink deeply downward,

To absorb

 into the greater world

from which they came.

Glowing,

their veins go not towards death

But simply towards the next phase

Away from gathering light

And shading roads

Towards dissolving into one another.

And repaving an ancient ground.

And all the while,

They paint pupils

with gold and orange,

Eardrums,

 with crunches and shuffles,

As those who listen

celebrate their gathering

Around the bases

 of their harvest crops.

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Rachael Uris, MA, LPC is the owner of Atacama Counseling, LLC, offering sex therapy as well as individual and couple's counseling for issues surrounding sexuality, love, and pregnancy. All services are located in downtown Boulder, Colorado, and are provided in English and Spanish.
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