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"Autumn leaves don't fall, they fly. They take their time and wander on this their only chance to soar." - Delia Owens, Where the Crawdads Sing

I’ll loose myself in an autumn stroll
When leaves dance in the wind,
Silencing the most anxious thoughts
With laughing breath, hope and just
About every imaginable joy, like notes
Of a song played all night long, 
Reverberating moments in the heart
Even melancholy cannot be lost in this
Beautiful, this miracle that will never cease,
Along the lines of a dusty path, paved
With crackling leaves and dreams
Who wave through the naked branches,
Caressing the silence with sensations of praise,
Music more alive than the greatest imagination

This is the wonder of yesterday, flowing gently
Through the hills, softly trembling on the sunrise
Pondering the moments – when to hesitate
Considering the veins in a leaf who is crisp, like the air
Penetrating with a silent prayer, coloring the heart
With joyous tunes, winds displaying all the curiosities,
The rhythms, blazing over the prairies, making room
For yesterday and tomorrow, playing out a chorus
In the storm, exciting even the dark shadows
With a charm that never will tell of its stirrings,
Inspirations growing like laughter in the child who knows
Beyond a doubt, that forever is more than fantasizing,
More than the graceful sunflowers or the hopeful stalks
Swaying in a corn field, revealing the end of summer
And the enchantment of autumn risking its gaze
To accept the promise of a setting sun, the feeling
Flowing beyond the spirit into the whispers
Air, chilling – bumps rising on the flesh,
Who is burning to know the restoration
Felt by the heart who dances through the fall
Like a colorful art, peaceful and supple,
Smooth as the easy thoughts who surprise
Even the spirit with their emotion, their kindness
The gratitude inspired by a sensitivity,
An impression of light, softly flowing through
Prayers and alibis, dimly lit twilights….

This is autumn, in all its abiding truths
Preparing the soul for those moments when
Frigid winds and frosty mornings
Will remember to ache for the days
When rain fell light and gentle, caressing
Kissing away the fears and tears – 
The times when winter wasn’t so near
It can feel like autumn was never here,
Like the season has been lost in translation,
Because we seem go to sleep, unburdened, 
Then awake to the snowflakes and icicles,
Waiting to rush through our spirits –
Always aware but never convincing that winter
Is truly a necessary season, a blessing 
Even though it is unfriendly and indifferent!
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