Fading Summer

How many times - I wondered - do I need to learn this lesson? To be taught over and over again? To be reminded?

To arrive.

To ground down.

To get quiet.

To simply listen.

Perhaps the art is not in its making...but in the showing up and tuning in and tuning out and always feeling.

Perhaps the art is in the lack of color.

Perhaps it's in its plenty.

Perhaps - just for today - it's in the silhouettes of fading summer.