Breathing in Gratitude.
Inhaling the moment
of morning and the fade
of green to the call of
autumn’s whisper rising
in the Light.
Summer’s still holds her
own, knowing soon that
harvest lays her final
abundance to savor for
winters austerity
I can smell the change
in the air, the surrender
to the season’s hail, in the
days shortening and the
night’s sleepy chill.
I breathe in the Gratitude
of my days here with the
Season’s Earthly pleasures
and the tender of loved ones
spilling their hearts open.
I receive so that in my giving
there is always and in all ways
Infinite Source between the
Heavens and Earth waiting
here for the Seasons to change again.
