leaves – Rivers Renewed

Mountain Morning

It was sunny and crisp in the mountains this morning,

in the sacred silence,

I found a way

to walk softly

upon the Earth.

Walking in the Late Autumn Light

Strengthened and walking in the late autumn light,

awakens some part of us

deep within,

a knowing perhaps,

an idea dawning

of a tangible wholeness.

In the peace of slowly falling leaves.

Sunlight Gently Brushes the Leaves

Peaceflow moves silently through our beings

as sunlight gently brushes the leaves,

affirming who we are,

yet calming our minds,

refreshing our spirits

and restoring,

our vision.

Sunlight Danced

Playfully, the crisp autumn air spun

through the forest,

as sunlight danced

on the maple leaves.

Walking Into the Light

Peace finds me leaving the shadows of summer,

walking into the light

of autumn hopeful,

listening to the leaves

with my spirit breathing again,

acknowleding

the colors

God created.

A quiet spirit.

The Soft Voice of Leaves

The soft voice of leaves rustling in the wind

bringing changes in the air,

sighs escaping

autumn drawing my heart,

into a silent prayer.

Grateful.

When the Leaves Begin Their Fire

When the leaves begin their fire, love becomes more tangible,

more real to us,

and in the drawing close for warmth

we are encouraged in each other,

with our hearts

able to move forward,

once again.

Where the Oak Leaves Whisper

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On the trail that day, in the wind, where the oak leaves whisper, shadows of wings covered him, from the sky…

yet he was never afraid, even with the distant sounds of singing, of chanting and drums, he noticed shadows shifting,

so he stopped with a poem nearing its creation. Sitting on a large rock with prayer beginning as a spring,

light flickered and when he opened his eyes he found…..

he was the river, after all.

The Dawn of Crisp Mornings

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The refreshing kiss of cooler air,

the dawn of crisp mornings

waiting for the sun,

beginning the season of surrender

where leaves let go of their green,

to receive the infusion

of a greater glory.

It won’t be long now.

Storm Meditation

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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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