Sippy the coffee, gaze at the autumn changes through my window,
Careful to not let the jitter of negative thinking slither into me,
Breathe, notice what brings me joy, notice what fills my heart with gratitude.
Notice my breath.
Breathing
The leaves change to Sunshine pouring into my eyes like breath
Filling me up to this golden gospel of death that knows it’s resurrection
There is never ‘Will I turn to gold or red and lose what I birthed in Spring?’
I give because I am that that gives
In stillness I breathe
There is wonder for me in the gold and fire of my nature with Nature
Clinging to branch and twig till a wisp of breath severs me and I float
Laying here on wet Earth looking up at the whisper of all of us waiting to release
Letting go to find renewal
Barely breathing
I will lay here with all of you on this golden carpet of harvest given
Finished In this season of surrender in slow breathing for our resurrect
Wearing our winter white in the stark landscape of silence listening
Giving rest to or next becoming
Still breathing
I really liked that one. Thanks, Jeanne.
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Thx Kate with a ‘K’ n an H2O
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