September
S anded mornings glow with pale sunlight—
E choes of summer linger in dew and drifting leaves.
P ause here: feel the momentum of change, gentle yet relentless.
T rees shed their green illusions, showing truths beneath.
E very breath becomes a meditation on impermanence.
M oments stretch in golden hush, inviting reflection.
B eyond sight lies memory’s echo, and memory shapes our gaze.
E arth’s cycle reminds us: endings birth beginnings.
R est in the flow of time, rooted yet reaching.
Copyright © Jay Narain | Year Posted 2025
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