Wednesday, 30 September 2015

Autumn's Doors

Blow gentle breeze,
warm and delightful.

Your presence
is a fading gift

as the leaves that you rustle
begin to die and crumble.

Autumn's doors
are opening,

a different wind.

Air that promises to be
cool and sharp,

forcing the earth
to withdraw into itself,

creation's sabbath,

letting go of a passing season,
while longing for a new time,

a new gift
with a new breath,
warm and delightful.

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