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.
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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.
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Playfully, the crisp autumn air spun
through the forest,
as sunlight danced
on the maple leaves.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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.
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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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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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