He was Never Alone

Standing on top of the mountain he could see so many wounds now

on the earth as if people had allowed faith

to pass through

without paying attention,

so the paths overgrown

disappeared,

though he often

respected the candles

he walked beyond what had been

letting go of tired sermons,

the worn out reaching

but he never lost himself,

instead

within the light bathing, the songs

of the leaves

the forest spoke to his heart,

that he was never

alone.

Not ever.

     

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As if This Moment Was All New

Within the soft movement of leaves

a poem stirred within me,

and still

I knew the healing

held my breath in wonder

as if this moment

was all new

had just been discovered,

and the light

filled me

once again.

   

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The Final Chapter

In the final chapter of autumn, we will still be infused

with her colors and inspiration,

her invigoration,

if only

in our memories.

Note: These will probably be my last photos this year

of the inspiring colors of autumn.

  

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The Tenacity of Leaves

As our spirits search for the fragments of autumn, there is no greater strength

than in the tenacity of leaves, still holding on in spite

of the cold, defiant even as pine trees sway

and while the grey clouds proclaim

snow – is not far away.

     

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