The Stir Of An Endless Autumn | 12.1.20
If I could snap my fingers and rearrange my world with a wish, it’d be a simple one. I wouldn’t wish for riches, nor immortality. I would not wish for superpowers or a soundtrack to my life (thought that would be wish 2), No…I would wish for a life lived somewhere that felt like endless Autumn. It’s December here, cold, and Autumn feels like a memory that I don’t want to lose, like a dream I don’t want to forget when I wake. I wish I lived in a place where Autumn stretched on so far, Winter was the memory, and I was surrounded by falling leaves and peat fires slowly brought to life. I want to watch that smoke in that chimney from that cottage I will one day own. This is my lamp rubbing genie asking wish, endless Autumn in a place that makes my heart sing. Writing by some window by some sea, listening to my wife humming while she bakes in some corner of some kitchen. This. Only this. Always this.
The rustling of leaves,
the slow smoke from chimney top,
the stir of Autumn.
Haiku on Life by Tyler Knott Gregson
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This brought tears to my eyes. What a beautiful wish! Someone I used to be very close with had the exact same wish/dream. The older I get the more I realize it’s those kinds of wishes that bring true happiness! By the way, you should move to the Oregon coast. Fall lasts well into December there and winter is so mild you have to remind yourself when it’s winter solstice. Thank you for this beautiful poem and post! 🥰
I could smell the smoke and feel the cool briskness of the air in this one. Autumn, my favorite season....