Leaves dance to the rhythm of the rain, while tree limbs sway and I realize,
something within me enjoys the wildness of the storm, thunder rolls and boils in the sky,
yet I’m not afraid, instead…amazed how creation nourishes the earth, as the rain becomes gentle again.
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The calmness of the river in the woods
filled my soul,
as logs and stones
guided the flow, and the coolness
of leaves and tree limbs
enveloped me.
Peaceflow.
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Leaves don’t really surrender
to decay,
they simply let go
embracing the Earth
in the cycle
of life.
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In the space between the seasons, sunlight filters gently
in and through the leaves
giving us a mix of green
and yet some of the glory
found in the golden treasure
of autumn.
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Note: I’m under the weather today and will be back soon.
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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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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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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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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