Softly, slowly, deliberate
are the fall breezes at my back
nothing alive but the sound of the leaves
under my feet.
The air is thick with the perfume of the season
squirrels scurry about
grabbing, eating, stocking
Winter will follow soon
Gone are the winds of summer
Bright blue were its skies
Dazzling were it's clouds.
But I will not miss them
The pale gray and the mute purples
The last of the season
are comforting to me
In its stillness the lack of activity
encourages me.
Soon life will begin again
The cycle of awakening will be upon us
But for now
This is comfort
I am still in my peace
-Souljourner
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