I’m surprised by how autumn’s light still encourages me,
the sun warming tree branches,
a brighter light unhindered
it is a matter of letting go,
isn’t it?
a crisp layer under my feet
we begin again,
refusing to yield
to the coming bluster
of winter wind.
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When I lose myself in the maple trees, I find myself
looking up, beyond what I know
beyond what I can see,
and for a brief moment
I am spirit,
reaching
into the sky.
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As I walk through the woods now, there are so many maple leaves descending,
oaks leaves spinning
floating,
finding tree bark to hold onto
then falling again.
Others refuse to let go
shimmering
in the soft autumn sun.
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And I realize I’ve known so many heart songs,
of prior seasons…..of heartbreaks,
opening, bringing in the light
gliding into open spaces
and guiding me
with phrases.
So I wonder, and I look forward to
the heart songs
yet to be discovered.
Autumn wordflow.
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Healing descends in my long walks through the forest now,
leaves falling, twirling
taking my breath away as I realize the simplicity
of healing,
the reality
of what love can do.
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Somehow it was the light through the leaves that caught my attention, I paused…..realizing I could hope again,
I closed my eyes and at first a prayer took shape, and then my wordflow began to be born again.
A poem spun, dancing in the sunlight as I stood amazed,
in the new day of the forest….
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The red and gold are pushing further in now, as the green
simply surrenders
to the cooler air, and even mystics
can have visions
of apples cooking, sprinkled
with cinnamon.
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Every year the forests remember their calling,
to encourage, to inspire us,
freeing our minds, our hearts
with the sound of rustling leaves,
and their colors
breaking loose,
setting our spirits free.
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Deep within the colors of autumn, a light is lit
within our spirits, an awakening
of quiet belief,
drawing us closer
to a sense of peace.
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Autumns are made for us to consider the softer
sunlight caressing the leaves, along
with the cooler air, pulling
our spirits
into the colors.
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It was a small flame, on a single tree leaning, as if she had been hiding
high in the mountains, on a cool crisp morning,
revealing only a part
of her future glory.
I smiled remembering her fire,
of yellow, gold, and red, so I breathed in
the leaves knowing
we would all be embraced soon,
by the brilliant fire
of autumn.
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