In the tree tops, wind moves through the remaining leaves
and I remember September
when autumn was young
and winter
was only a distant memory.
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Category: autumn
Autumn’s Surrender
In the sacred song of autumn’s surrender
in the gentleness of leaves floating
drifting in the wind,
our poems turn upward
into the blue light
and the fury of snow.
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As Autumn Fades
As autumn fades, we remember
special meals,
the warmth of smiles,
passing the mashed potatoes
and at sunset – blankets,
and popcorn on the couch
with a good movie.
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Acorns
In the grey dawn, in this time of in between,
in the silent barreness
of our woods underground
bumble bees draw close,
and chipmunks remain silent,
praying for a blanket
of snow, and to remember
where their acorns
lay hidden.
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Into the Cold Light
When leaves whither,
and the brilliance of autumn fades
hawks fly
into the cold light
of the winter sun.
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The Softness of the Golden Sun
In the softness of the golden sun memories sway, flickering
through our hearts,
thoughts of younger love,
of you and I
our boots swishing through the leaves,
holding hands
with gloves on,
and drawing you close,
smiling
in our autumn jackets.
My Love, do you remember
that day in the park?
Note: The park is where I asked her to marry me. We’ve always spent alot of time in parks.
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Embracing the Earth
Leaves don’t really surrender
to decay,
they simply let go
embracing the Earth
in the cycle
of life.
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On the Edge of Autumn
On the edge of autumn, where winter borders the mountains
a clouded sky,
muted light
bring a softness to the silence
and I can see my breath,
as I gently shape
another prayer
to the sky.
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The Wind Tossed Poems
I was moved into prayer, as the wind moved
through the leaves,
while branches swayed
and tossed poems
into the blue sky
and I wondered
about God.
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Quietly We Remember
Quietly we remember November as a month of turning
to that inner life
bringing us closer to the Earth
and each other.
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