The leaves are showing golden faces ~ ~
reflections of the sun that has warmed them
throughout the summer days.
~ Anna Lin
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Silent the leaves often are and secretive,
but just as often they converse as if the secret
were too good to be kept to themselves.
Whispering in a breeze, rustling, even singing
and always in harmony with the wind that plays to them,
they give their message.
~ Elizabeth Yates in A Book of Hours
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All the leaves are gone – – and the sky is gray
The beauty of Autumn is fading into Frost Time;
I see the glistening upon the branches, stark and bare.
I feel my body sinking deeper into hibernation mode,
Wanting to rest from my labors now that summer’s o’er.
It’s such a good time to BE in reflection – –
Retreat Time for awhile.
There’s much to ponder as I think about new ideas
that have come my way – –
to stretch and grow – evolving into more of being
fully human, and divine. Continue reading
Crimson leaves upon the vine;
Partakers of your suffering love.
Soon to drop, and fall, and die,
Bearing life into the earth.
Memories of former days,
When in your light the life blood flowed;
sounds of jay –
Celebration of the spring.
Winter white shall shroud your passing,
Covering o’er the mournful death;
Only time can reawaken,
Bursting forth new life at last.
~ Anna Lin
into the soul of life
my heart descends
to know the way.
dropping through sunlight,
gentle on the wind.
Hush now ~ ~
to listen for what is.
talking through the trees,
moment of calm
the birds at song.
Angel light upon this altar of new life. Continue reading
Into the Autumn of my life I come
in gratitude for days gone by.
Moments of joy ~ but also grief;
A life of wholeness lived through me.
The present moment is a pause
to rest, reflect upon the way.
To shelter each memory
with tender care
to offer thanks
for blessings that could
be fully given for
my growth in grace: Continue reading