Meditation on Autumn and Change

Can you hear it?
The leaves are whispering of freedom.
You have to wake early.
You have to slip out of your house unnoticed
and go to the woods.
Leave your shoes at the edge,
For this is holy ground.
A few of them are breathing, showing their amber edges,
Their hearts exposed to the raw reality of change.
Walk slowly. They are just beginning to stir,
And, if you allow your feet to take root,
Your toes sinking into the red clay,
Pushing into sweet, dark solitude,
You may find that you, yourself, already know the words
And are humming along.


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