Surrounded by
Colorful leaves
Fluttering away
From their stable
Tree branch homes,
A brief liberation
Before lying down
Layered crimson, burnt red, golden
Blankets on the
Ground beneath,
You
Bloom
Above.
Pink Beauty
Awakened,
Humbled
By Rain.
Are you
Whispering a tender
Prayer for
Humanity?
Remember,
Life still bursts
Forth during
Shorter days
Longer dark nights
Of the Soul.
Then even
You
Sweet
Darling,
Drop
Soft, dewy
Fragile petals
With quiet
Dignity
Knowing
That exquisite
Moment of
Graceful
Surrender
Into
Wintertime
Incubation.
Will we not
Trust the
Cycles of
Budding, blooming,
Bowing, and shedding
In our thousand
Times a thousand
Fresh Day Beginnings,
Endings?
Teach us
Gentle
Autumn Rose.
Laura, I am without words to express the beauty of your poetry, the images fill my mind, the words touch my heart and stay with me as a part of who I am. This is powerful, gentle and a true blessing that you have shared with us.
Oh, Larry, thank you so much for appreciating this poem, the poetry that keeps flowing out of my heart/mind/the still place within me. Your support and kindness mean the world, my friend.
THANK YOU!!!! Dear Paula !!!
Laura amen, …sweet
Darling
Drop
..
..
With quiet dignity…”
Strong and powerful laced with tranquility my dearest.
Thank you for this
Your words are moving🙏🙏