Autumn takes a step and I follow.

Her tattered gown, the glowing hair, long and knotted,

Tipped in colors that change and more.

Her amber eyes are orange and brown

And the colors mingle and change and flow like fire.

Her glance can soothe and burn, and grip my heart,

I know...

The pleasure and pain of recognition 

             ~ ~mingle and change and flow like fire.

It soothes and burns.

The trees melt to the color of fire.

The days begin to shorten.

The night lingers and awakens

As the world falls to sleep.

The leaves fall golden

And my spirit soars.

The Lady of Harvest step softly among the lazy leaves

With the breath of clove and a breeze to follow.

The Eve of A ll H allows comes beneath a chilling

October moon.

Move on Down a winding path

A quiet morn

A beating heart, so silent

Moving lips saying nothing yet

Floating around in a whisper

The leaves

Gently touching my shoulder

And with a smile they

Move on And still I listen for

Hope For her snowy wings

As they brush my cheek And move on

But what’s left with me For my beating heart

And my yearning lips And steady breath

And outstretched hand

Are silent messages so full

Without words, complete understanding

And knowledge of peace

And a reason for me to take another step

And to  move on.

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