changing seasons
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… september
breath of lazy in the breeze
nuts
and berries dripping juice
dappled sunlight, ancient trees remembering -
old summer
memories of hazy dusks and blue twilights
November’s fires heat my face to flushing-
the glow of autumn awakens
the cinders in my heart and
whispers a lullaby to the
ants beneath my skin.
Winter
Snow falls
And everything looks the same.
A world of white.
I
Had just landed here.
I,
With no strings, no roots,
Unmoored,
Because I Love You I am patientBecause I Love You I let you make your own decisionsBecause I Love You I will support you
The refreshing change of the seasons
fills me with an immense need
for being at peace.
For instance,
when this cool tree sap Fall morphs into
a wet smokestacky Winter,
Look beyond the mistakes that we make. Dig deeper then ever before to the matter of the heart. Life is an open road just waiting to be explored. You flirt with fire you will go up in flames. Folks your going to reap what you sow.
Ups and downs,
All around,
Don’t take me back,
Don’t let me drown,
This time was a tale of someone lost,
They didn’t know it so they had to pay a cost,
And now in the present the debts are due,
It's autumn season but I'm hot like it's summertime.
The leaves are changing color from green to yellow,
But I'm mellow when I'm riding Summer's vibes.
Days get more bright and warmer
Fytte I- Winter’s Pass
The river frozen solid
Beneath, no stirring flow
Icicles hang from the trees
The pond is banked by snow
No sign of leaf, dead or alive
All is silent here
Upon a mid-summer afternoon
The curtains find release
Dancing with the wind
Fluttering with the breeze
Silent
Have you thought that just for a minute that am not not the person you hoped id be ?
Our days are more gray and white, then them bright vivid colors they used to be .
Can't ever seem to see eye to eye for nothing .
The autumn leaf; it drifts alongOne last remnant of days bygoneIt floats and it drifts, a twirl as it weavesIt cannot be bothered; shall do as it meansA memory to visit and, meandering, mourn
