In the quiet I am stronger, my mind wandering in the sunlight dancing, through the leaves
wanting to go deeper, solitude leads me and I am made whole,
by the gentleness and the beauty
of autumn.
The wind sings
in the leaves again.
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September suns, September rains, bring a quiet to my spirit
the in between of seasons, the glistening of leaves,
a wind unseen moving higher branches
gently going through me,
slowly changing
the oak trees and poplar.
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One golden leaf translucent from the sun, nearly transparent, a thin remembrance of prior glories. Is it stuck in the tree avoiding the final fall, the fall of no return? Or is it only last years’ forgotten memories of brilliance?
The wind shifted and the leaf finally did fall. I couldn’t help lifting up a prayer for the ending of summer, and the beginning of autumn. Let us begin again.
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Raindrops tumble through layers of new leaves,
as birdsong from hidden branches,
makes it’s way ascending,
as if the heavens needed a few more hymns
to celebrate
the new life of spring.
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Shadows of small birds can be seen now, returning to the land
while the sun takes its rightful place in the sky again
and on some days, a cold rain
chases away the snow.
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Whispers of snow quiet my spirit, so I let go of my burdens by releasing a prayer
and somehow, in looking out of my window,
I recognize this feeling….
the peace
I used to know.
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Like many other writers, he refused to see winter as an old grey barn,
or a frozen field abandoned,
and in his walks he really did get infused,
his spirit was lifted.
And he used his wings
to write it all down.
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Deep within the winter forest, pine trees sway, while chipmunks burrow
a little deeper
as God speaks, in a whirlwind
of snow.
Wholeness, in the winter silence.
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Seasonal peace carrying our prayers, our hopes and dreams,
sometimes through a light snow
or even in a holiday bow,
drawing us closer into our own humanity
and even filling us
with a brighter vision,
that yes maybe we do have a future,
after all.
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A mystical mist of cold air and warm, of thin ice,
and reflections of snow maidens floating
freezing the air,
the river goes solid, surrendering.
And we behold the glory
of winter
unrelenting.
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