Autumn Hums
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“Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” Owens, Delia. Where the Crawdads Sing, Chapter 17: “Crossing the Threshold” (p. 124).
Dressed up in their September best,
Falling silent, swirling and twirling
Reminiscing on how they’ve been blessed
By the God who created them
With all their vibrancy and quiet dreams
Sinking to the earth amid a hodgepodge
Colors in brilliant flames, awakening
Autumn with inspiring themes, coming
Alive like the moon and the starlight,
Glowing like a blaze of whirling insights
Darkening the past, whispering a caress
Through the gentle night, kissed
By the breathless hopes of a long-ago who breathes
Kindness, brilliant peace like the sunset
Echoing beauty throughout the twilight fantasies
Restoring grace to the promises, the faith
Abiding in the spirit of those who know
This October will bring more joy and more peace
Than any memory, any imagining – wishes
Thriving on the prayers like psalms in the wind
Welcoming the rich sighs of those who believe
This is the autumn’s ambition, to bring to us
A gathering of grief salted with intimacy,
Wonders so complete they feel like freedom
An album of lyrics, poetry fading into the symphony…
Autumn glory – beautiful anthology of truth
A compilation laced with inspiration, the muse
That relies on free will, shimmering solitude
Gratitude and pleasure, blended, mixed together
With the curiosities of life – completely satisfied
In all the beauty fading into the quiet silhouettes
Free feelings, relieved by time and bringing
Delight into the heart of those who remember
This is the way of the morning, the sun and the moon
All who remember to listen to the silence of Autumn’s song,
The enduring stillness, serenity roaring through the twists
And turns of the melody that this voice of Autumn hums
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Used Quote Number: 7. “Autumn leaves don’t fall; they fly. They take their time and wander on this, their only chance to soar.” Owens, Delia. Where the Crawdads Sing, Chapter 17: “Crossing the Threshold” (p. 124).
Date Written: December 23, 2022
Copyright © Regina Mcintosh | Year Posted 2022
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