Autumn answers

seeds waiting for new life in the coming cold

and leaves joining others in sleep

there are some who choose to color the dying landscape

and refuse to blend in with decay

 

 

 

 

 

 

Covering the dull-gray gravel beneath

autumn’s colors are falling fast, like little letters on the ground, messages forgotten…and I am trodding through the plunder…dull gray of gravel hidden beneath my boots, under leaf and twig.

i learned long ago that memories of pain process this way- when we have forgiven the pain-giver…it takes the changing of the leaves and their falling, ever so gracefully, to cover those steps, and remember the trail without pain.

on this one i sat at intervals, simple slab-like wooden n’s, to catch the air and breathe more deeply. they were not built for me, as i dangled swinging legs far from the ground.

it is not difficult to believe the path was made for another…but i found myself stepping heavily there, and made it back home again…