Hold Me

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I can find you
In the sweet leap of a cobweb
Connecting one flower to the next

I can feel you
in the bitten wing of a butterfly
Fluttering his last flight,
While catching a fall nectar
And holding on to every breath.

And I can see you sparkle around
And through this whole moment
Holding me in the palm of your hand
And breathing me slowly.

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Fall Beauty

fall roseDSC_2879At the end of the season she was born,
Unfolding her light and her beauty.

She radiates
innocence,
fragility
and strength.

Surviving stormy weather,
she stands as a testament
to Hope, Faith and new Beginnings

Belonging

As I was walking through the fall toned fields,I felt the crackle of the squirrels. They called to each other from the trees. And when I looked around me, I saw them scurrying quickly, burying nuts as if to say, there’s not enough time! We have to prepare for the future. We have to store food. If we are to survive.
The last few days have been cold all of a sudden. Right after the lunar eclipse. So much change is happening to our earth. It changes our bodies quickly, roughly, whether we’re ready for it or not. There’s uncertainty in the air, as fall boldly moves into the landscape. Changing the colors, shaking the trees and blowing the leaves; gleaming the sun into our eyes. There is warmth and then there’s cold all at the same time.
And then I saw this 1 lone pink flower in a golden field. Standing straight and tall. Unwavering. Unmoving. In all this swirling moving ocean of change, I suddenly felt rooted. And proud. To be me. Different. Standing out. Unmoved by all the chaos. Blooming in the fickle sun. Belonging. And holding on.

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Fall Reverie

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                    The sunshine is alive

Dancing and jumping
Bouncing off the sky
Running across the leaves
Working with the wind
To create a dazzling display.
Teasing us with its fickle rays
Here 1 day and gone the next.
Enjoy me while you can
It seems to say.
Feel my warmth.
I’ll bless your crops.
And give you mirth.
But I will leave
When it needs to rain.