Gushing wind weaves in tree limbs.
Yanking leaves, like unleashed whims.
The rock and sway of misty Fall.
Climate changing-----Winter's on the crawl.
Damp-cold. Undersold when the sun's blocked.
Locked out from light, except what's within.
I quiz myself; ask: "How have you been?"
Either way it's a tough question.
Honest answer: "Stress Congestion."
Meandering, I hear Autumn's Hymn.
Reaching for my Heart's rim.
A bit of melancholy every year around this time.
More pronounced today, though I attempt to
convince myself................I'll be fine.
A gust throws energy, pushing me forward.
I embrace what is and receive God's Grace
to let my Soul take wing and drift like a bird.
copyright Donna H. November 17, 2016
Yanking leaves, like unleashed whims.
The rock and sway of misty Fall.
Climate changing-----Winter's on the crawl.
Damp-cold. Undersold when the sun's blocked.
Locked out from light, except what's within.
I quiz myself; ask: "How have you been?"
Either way it's a tough question.
Honest answer: "Stress Congestion."
Meandering, I hear Autumn's Hymn.
Reaching for my Heart's rim.
A bit of melancholy every year around this time.
More pronounced today, though I attempt to
convince myself................I'll be fine.
A gust throws energy, pushing me forward.
I embrace what is and receive God's Grace
to let my Soul take wing and drift like a bird.
copyright Donna H. November 17, 2016