September saunters in with hints of fall in tow,
brief respite from late summer’s sultry heat.
Mild weather will stand down for summer’s last hurrah.
Then autumn’s unique glories we will greet.
Already we see red and amber in the trees,
and falling leaves are dancing in the breeze.
The hat hangs on the wall,
not as a relic,
but as a witness—
to mornings that began before the sun
had made up its mind,
to arguments with weather
and the quiet pacts signed in sweat.
Below, the boots—
faded, cracked, obedient,
still loyal to the shape of a man
who walked with purpose,
even when purpose was
just getting through the day.
They are not symbols,
though we make them so.
They are not sacred,
though we treat them gently,
as if disturbing them
might sever the bond
that holds the past
to the present.
And yet—
the window is open.
The light is not wistful,
but new.
The boots do not mourn.
The hat does not sag.
They wait,
as all things wait
for the next hand,
the next step,
the next story
to begin.
Quiet, restful Summer took us venturing
the season that matured from early Spring.
But now it's facing change, adventuring
to the stage that bends to Autumn's call.
Blissfully canceling direction, enters Fall
to soon create new glories all its own,
as Summer's pastel colors overhaul
to golden, burnished hues new days will bring.
Air becoming cooler, daylight even fades
as the sun sets earlier each day.
Landscapes turn to ash till each pervades
bright Autumn leaves that fall from every tree.
Left meandering near open places, quilts
of colored leaves grace the withered lawns;
while naked tree trunks stand like waiting stilts-
to sleep in Winter and awake next Spring.
Night lay in deep, mournful silence,
Quiet without life’s sweet presence.
Shadows moved brutally monstrous.
Arrows of fear dashed horrendous.
Soon darkness from the earth moved out.
Moon went to its secret hide out.
Sun came on his diurnal shift.
Fun it was to watch snow clouds drift.
TRANSITION
As the sun awakes
A promise it makes
Let the morning come with me
As I rise higher
The night can retire
And the day I shall set free
The whisper of dawn
Says no need to mourn
I will bring you warmth and light
Each breath that I take
Allows all to wake
So just sleep for now, dear night
Bring me the cane, the old purse;
I’ve journeyed through too many seasons here.
The roads have shifted like dreams I’ve lost,
but my feet still know the way.
No need for ceremonies or goodbyes—
it’s time to leave behind what no longer serves.
The sky ahead will be enough,
and I’ll follow where the horizon leads.
Prelude to Autumn
Crisp joyful air everywhere
breezy brave rebirth.
*
I know all that is happening to me
Woven in miraculous synchronicity
Like stars lined up in the sky to see
My purpose, is everything I expected it to be
The pain and joy tango in a dance to be free
It coincides like colors change on each autumn tree
An outstanding transition, moving like tides in the sea
This is all with ever lasting light to eternity!
Heidi Sands
6/29/24
(C)opyright
a warm sunny day
arrives with new surprises
dissolving problems
Heidi Sands
5/23/24
In a new season of favor, we stand
With open doors to our destined land
It is time to bridge the mind-body gap
Letting go to embrace the new field map.
Transitioning into the unknown
Where tabernacle and miracles are sown
New wine flows, bursting out
Shattering chains of trauma, fear and doubt.
The old structures of pain and strife
Fall, making way for reward and life
Joy, liberty and freedom are found
In this mind-metamorphosis, we abound.
Thoughts reborn, fighting the past
Clearing confusion into new future vast
Crossing over to our miracle field
Where dreams and destiny are revealed.
Bel canto
Her asking Suport- Part three
Somewhere they say
that you and I are together
somewhere they'll believe
that we are one
we found interest in us together
we're interested in
having fun
My true love
don't know we're together
If it goes Your way
we've just begun
I know ya'll get tired
of sounding blue
hearing song's about people
doing the things they do
Happiness is
of what you make it
Ones selfishness
is often selected
One things true
in a Lovers Obligation
Timing is everything
to not leave one waitin
Wait for Love
when ya'll know it's right
aint no love
when nothing right
seems I'm being
a little selfish
Most obvious
when you
feel neglected
Time and transition
I own time.
I managed to manage the time.
I limited the time.
I produced gas.
I shaped the gas.
I'm pulling the universe in and out of a subtle transition.
And when I repeated the time,I was very successful.
Snapped like a stick, all has sprung away,
The bottled up visions just start to sway.
Each person enters through the exit door,
But they don't know what is in store.
The unsettling feeling as ghosts glide by,
Blood stains the wall where the bodies lie.
Scrunched up fists, fight versus flee,
Gloves stretched on with a smile of glee.
Clothes stained with a contained, red feeling,
Mad man eyes that will send you reeling.
Burnt out, with scribbles on paper and life,
Thinking it will eliminate the thought of knives.
Old mistakes remain, though future still waits,
Many stains, unable to rid of my old traits.
Explore a big world, and microscopic sights,
But now it's time to see the bright lights.
Open one last memory from long ago,
All the bad ones, but good ones in tow.
Together again, I hope, after the demolition,
The day I belonged in myself after the transition.
rusty skeletons
frigid granite sky
the fifth season
The family all gathered to consort
as the doctors turned off all life supports.
They moistened her lips with a lollipop.
Shortly after her breathing stopped.
She looked at peace, her eyes fixed far away,
not a trace of pain on her face that day..
She lingered for a farewell kiss,
was so well loved, would be sorely missed.
Hovering above her vessel so worn, aware
of their wails as they deeply mourned.
The room now empty, absolutely stark,
her lifeless body alone in the dark..
She sensed a bright light and embraced
her journey as the hospital staff
placed her body on the gurney..
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