Dropping petals and pieces, smells are pungent, carry memories of ones gone before.
With the fading comes a softness: a gentle reminder of what one day shall be:
the giving back, the letting go, the last dance, the final fare thee well.
xo
The four directions placed themselves, and I thought of the father, sun, sons, and ghosts. The woods called my name, and I raised my head and listened. No wind, only soft words coming from my heart. And still, I know I am an orphan to the ferns and spider webs. I am lost and found. Saved.
And searching. xo
October 2023
October arrived in many ways : Tears in unexpected places at unexpected times
: There were holes in the morning glories : The window screens, and my heart
Not one thing caused any of these incidents: It was a season of too much
: Heat and hatred, death and dying, angst and anger, rain and rage
What do we call it now : Autumn, the letting go, the dead leaves underfoot
: The knowing, the laying down of darkness, the silent way it arrives
Hold tight dear heart : Courage is within
xo
November 2023