The Cozy, Introverted Therapist

In the fall of life

We are no longer innocent like spring

Or irrepressible like summer,

We are steadily changing

Without a way back into full vitality

Only a slow, resistant acknowledgment

Of inevitable aging.

We could try and intervene with time

Many have before us without avail,

But it is a futile attempt at racing the clock

When we know that the road to peace

Lies in acceptance of what is.

Might as well revel in the beauty of fall

With its bright, vibrant colors

And its temperate weather

Like a festive celebration of life

Before the winter comes.