Autumn Dirt
I wish I could bury my self in the autumn dirt
To die in the cold, dark ground in the arms of my mother
After gravity had taken from me that which was no longer needed
Leaving me bare
The sun to cleanse even the deepest parts of me
Before settling into the stillness of winter
And oh, to be birthed again in the magic of spring
Gently awakened by sweet birdsong
Green and full of promise
Roots firmly planted, yet reaching for the sky
And in this new life, I finally flower
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