To the ground they fall
With the winds of change
Season of fall
Upon the ground they
Bend away
Into the dirt
There they stay
To come back
In the feeding of the trees
So the renewal season
Is now upon us
Unfolding Fall Leaves
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Where the Leaves Go Silent
In a season of change
When nothing will remain the same
Under the sun of orange glow
Where the leaves fall and go
Into the night and into the land
From the woods and into the
Winds of time
From these winds blow to the place
Where the leaves go silent
And not even a trace
Of summer will last
October at the Fence Line
The maple from the seasons harvest
In the crisp autumn sets
The fire of the evening burning
One last flame
As the fall set’s in
October at the fence line
While the moon sets the leaves
As the cold and warm intertwine
To bring the season of pumpkin
Again and again
Frost on the Gate at Dawn
Right before the onset of light
From the morning thrust deep into the freeze of winter
Upon the gate is a frost
So delicate yet deep and full
That the gate locks in it’s down position
While the snow gathers around
To cradle the depth of cold
On the morning
Where the ices goes
Where the Road Turns in Shadow
Around the pine
Takes a toll on the road
Where the road turns to shadow
In the pines beyond the waters edge
Where the grass grows
And the leaves change their colors
Bright and spledid into the autumn night
Beyond the road lies
The hope of yesterday and the
Bright future of tomorrow
Take me where the road
Turns into the shadows dark
When the Horizon Learns to Breathe
Upon the horizon
I lean my life
To know the presence
Of what can turn
In a moment
From the one
To the many
When the horizon set in it’s way
Unleashes the sun
For the last light of the day
When the horizon learns to breathe
We learn to live with it
To go through the moments
And let go
Of what is holding us back
Threads of a Forgotten Sky
Woven together in weaves of grey
The clouds takeover the day
From one small nudge
To the highest stratosphere
And above
The threads that weave a forgotten sky
As the clouds lay low and catch your eye
Take heed in time
The sky will open again
And return
From way back when
The Silence Beneath the Waves
Right under the curl
Is the peaceful zest of the ocean
Lulling me into the full
Relaxation of water and furl
I hold my breathe deep
With a golden twirl
The silence beneath the waves
Is what keeps me going on
Conversations with the Unborn
A conversation that never took place
Under the wisdom trees of shade
That night and all of it’s light
Cast into the evening
Without a sight
The conversations with the unborn
Will bring warnings and news
Of the light on this world
Dimming in all of it’s
Hues
Beneath the Cedar’s Shade
Under the shade of the cedar tree
Growing grass light
In the summertime
As the sun gets caught in the leaves
That cast the shadow
Where I sit
Feeling the heat of the day
But the cool of the trees protection
From the world at large
My mind rests
Beneath the Cedar’s Shade
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