BREATHING IN THE GRATITUDE

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.