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When the leaves fall, gently as the first kiss
From the mother who has just discovered the wonder
Of motherhood, the music – so very good…
	Aching prayers, faded into the moss-grown forests,
		Delighting the hearts who remember
			The sweetest of loves, sometimes burn
				Beyond December, with all its twinkling
	Lights and promises of revelries,
		Stirring the seas of mysteries,
			Delighting the winds who aspire to sing
Life into the autumn’s dreams, autumn’s trees, autumn’s flames
Burning away the dross, left beneath the summer’s green,
Surviving the moments of disrepair, scorching the twilight
	Who hears the silent prayers, the faith that reveals
		What it means to listen, hesitant – to the blessings
			Harvest’s healing, a welcome gift, exalting
				Coloring the whole heart in autumn tones,
	Rescuing the memories from their broken notes, journeying
		On and on, through the maze of a grace that can’t know
			What it means to love with a love that overflows
Bursting from the cups of those who remember, more than December
More than the pumpkin’s spice and the blond maples who delight,
More than vibrant hues of a praising, so alive that it must survive
	Blending into the comforting blue of October’s sky,
		Breaking through the easy charm of November’s muse,
			Bleeding light that stills the very soul with its truth
	Still, beautiful, bruised by the stars and the moon who grieve
		Telling us all how it feels to release the past, the leaves
			Trembling in the faded afternoons, 
	Caressing the moments with a brilliance that adds joy to blue,
		Like the mother, who sees – for the first time,
			Her child who is a perfection beyond description,
Her hope is in the presence of a gesture, a blessing, a prayer
Spoken by the heart who knows that God will surely reply,
With a kindness that never remembers the awful September nights.
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