Today she’s finally letting go,
She’ll give her past the slip;
Regrets like raindrops gently flow
From empty fingertips.
Hefty while she clutched them tight,
These burdens, weightless, slide;
Regarded from her newfound height,
She fancies they were lies.
Posted in Autumn, Choices, Courage, Encouragement, Freedom, Growth, Healing, Letting Go, Nature, Poetry Tagged autumn, burdens, fall, letting go, metaphor
Flowers fade, and fall at last,
Petals marry ‘now’ to ‘past’,
Only what you’ve stored en masse
Will feed your summer dreams.
Daylight nods as autumn wakes,
Giving less than dying takes,
Storing life while living breaks,
Ripping golden seams.
Posted in Autumn, Beauty, Nature, Poetry Tagged autumn, bees, changing seasons, fall, gathering beauty, mindful living, photography, seize the day, storing good things for the winter
Sail me past summer on coral-spun seas,
Scent me with harvest, on harvest-spun breeze;
Usher me crisp-leaved to autumnal days,
Wrap me in autumn with coral-crisp rays.
Posted in Autumn, Beauty, Dreams, Imagination, Nature, Poetry, Summer Tagged autumn, beauty, changing seasons, coral, fall, harvest, poetry, summer
I dare you.
Take it off,
take it all off.
Bare your soul
and strip away pretenses;
let go of Halloween masks
invented to disguise
inadequacies, insecure crevices in
Let them fall,
meteors of rotten flesh,
crisp lying remains of misplaced notions.
Take it all off.
Embrace the Fall!
It is the you disrobed,
exposed to autumn breeze,
that is breathtakingly beautiful.
Posted in Autumn, Freedom, Growth, Letting Go, Nature, Poetry, Self-Protection Tagged bare branches, fall, free verse poem, leaves, letting go, life, photography, rebuilding
‘V’ is for fall,
living arrows on a southward spiral,
pointing out the obvious –
Autumn arrives with strings attached.
Snows and North Gales
are on the end of that umbilical cord,
so ‘V’ is for fall;
make haste for calmer climes,
to natal stars,
leaving cracked eggshells
as a deposit
I live beneath an incredible migratory path – this time of year, the skies are resonant with honks and wings of untold number. Their annual pilgrimage marks the seasons for the mortals who toil beneath their flight path.
Posted in Autumn, Beauty, Nature, Poetry Tagged autumn, climate, fall, fowlish flesh, free verse poem, geese, migratory birds, natal stars, nature, photography, science, seasons, travel