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In the softness of the autumn sun, a quiet returns
to our hearts
an in between, a season
of twilight, of dreaming
where we remember gathering, holding onto,
yet a time of resting
to cease from striving,
even blankets wrapping us
in a feeling of safety, letting go
trusting the arms,
trusting the smile
of our lover
and the smell of apples
bringing wholeness
in the twilight.
We drift off again.
Autumn.
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More than a subtle healing, autumn
has a way
of simply
taking our breath away,
strengthening our spirits
to run with the wind.
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As the surrender continues, leaves give up
their green declaring
their boldness,
their courage really,
to hold on to the brightness
of their glory,
before the falling.
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Whispers of autumn speak gently at first,
in the sweet stillness
of a cooler night.
With grey clouds rolling
pushing out the heat. Blue
is often brighter.
And in the morning chipmunks
gather extra food,
skittering, preparing
for the dance
of colors
in the light.
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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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In the yellow, the gold, and reds of autumn, we receive the gift
unwrapped, from the One
who made the leaves.
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As the oak leaves were filled with the brightness of the sun,
the wind swayed the tops of the pine trees,
and rippled the lake, carrying our prayers
over the surface of the water.
A hawk flew over with her shadow,
circling the poplar trees,
as the fall flowers reminded us of warmer days.
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