autumn – Rivers Renewed

Awakened by the Falling

Awakened by the falling, I move forward anyway

and I love

the way the light moves

filtering

through the leaves.

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P.S. Whenever I go through a difficult circumstance I seek to allow the light in.

The ancient poet Rumi taught me this. And even when I think

I cannot continue, I move forward anyway.

Peace.

Of the Poet’s Heart

Autumn’s frost deepening the crimson of maple leaves, yet

I wonder

of the poet’s heart,

are we only placed here to renew, clearly

we have a voice

as with summer crickets singing

their sweet songs,

yet locusts clattering of who knows what, droning

until summer’s ear no longer listens.

So instead of singing sweetly or droning endlessly

I write simply,

will we survive until next autumn?

I wonder, and an equation is formed like this:

CONSPIRACY THEORIES = HATE = VIOLENCE AND CRUELTY = FACISM =

DESTRUCTION.

Think it can’t happen in the United States? It already has.

Just ask Paul Pelosi.

VOTE.

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P.S. Almost all political hate is from the right. The “both sides” theory is from the right wing attempting to defuse their blame. More than 90% is from Republicans, according to Liz Cheney.

Raven’s Wings

Raven’s wings flutter in treetops now

as I walk in the cold grey forest,

the absence of color

foretelling,

of the coming winter weather.

The Cycle of Life

When leaves fall, my heart is strengthened

breathing in

the cycle of life.

Autumn’s Light

I’m surprised by how autumn’s light still encourages me,

the sun warming tree branches,

a brighter light unhindered

it is a matter of letting go,

isn’t it?

a crisp layer under my feet

we begin again,

refusing to yield

to the coming bluster

of winter wind.

Autumn by the Lake

Autumn by the lake flows within me

infusing my being,

as a slight breeze ripples

over the water.

And in the leaves I sense

solitude releasing

the renewal

I needed.

Finding Myself

When I lose myself in the maple trees, I find myself

looking up, beyond what I know

beyond what I can see,

and for a brief moment

I am spirit,

reaching

into the sky.

Happy Thanksgiving 2021

This is such a beautiful time of year, of pumpkins and apples and cinnamon spice. Along with the restful peace within nature. Of healing and renewal.

It is my favorite time of year, and Thanksgiving is extra special. We can thank God and be with our families, at least we hope to. This is more beauty that builds good things within us.

Let us remember that the holidays can be a tough time for some of us. We’ve lost loved ones, or we are facing a serious illness ourselves. So many things have happened. Let us think about all those we know needing our support, as we sit down at our tables.

Peace and wonderful blessings to each of you.

Happy Thanksgiving!

Heart Songs Remembered

As I walk through the woods now, there are so many maple leaves descending,

oaks leaves spinning

floating,

finding tree bark to hold onto

then falling again.

Others refuse to let go

shimmering

in the soft autumn sun.

And I realize I’ve known so many heart songs,

of prior seasons…..of heartbreaks,

opening, bringing in the light

gliding into open spaces

and guiding me

with phrases.

So I wonder, and I look forward to

the heart songs

yet to be discovered.

Autumn wordflow.

Autumn Wordflow

Each line, each phrase within, breathing into the rest of me

the transformation of serenity

my eyes scan the blue skies

and sunlight lifts my spirits

as maple leaves inspire,

I smile

with my walk even stronger now.

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