October
Old scars fall like amber leaves in dusk’s soft sigh,
Crisp air reminds the heart: release what can’t endure,
Trees stand bare but strong, their branches reaching for new light,
Over hills the sun leans golden, then dips with quiet care,
Beneath that shifting tide of color — a seed of cheer in the chill,
Even as shadows lengthen, the soul whispers: be the change you seek,
Rooted in grace, rising in peace, embracing what will be.
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