Poem: Rewards

Two days couldn't be further apart: from cold
mizzling rain that seeped into my bones to this
gift of blue sky and the heat on my face as I run
the field’s edge that almost persuades me so much
more has been gained overnight than a single hour.

Autumn plays us like this: discontent, joy,
resignation, rekindling. While darkness moves
closer each day we find comfort in the season’s shift:
a palette of bronze leaves, wood-smoke, a coin
found in the pocket of a heavy coat.

Rewards enough to keep moving forward.