the whispering places….

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The green and grassy fields are browning,
summer’s wild things bursting into seed
and I walk among them now and listen
to the whispering places
all crispy and wavy and whooshing
as Autumn sings her brave songs

about how there is grace in even endings,
a re-set to rest,
a keeping sails set
and waiting for winds that will come
and work their mystery

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 and somehow they know
there are seeds of life in letting go
and I breathe it in slow
and let Autumn brush her golden wisdom over
the clay of me
because I want to be a friend of her unhurried ways
and un-driven days
and give her plenty of space in this heart of mine

and so I lean in close to feel what she knows
and off roll some fears I’ve been keeping
and my care-worn shoulders go soft
and dread slides off easy
into dry grass and gold.

unafraid

“To love someone fiercely,  to believe in something with your whole heart,
to celebrate a fleeting moment in time,  to fully engage in a life that doesn’t come with guarantees
-these are risks that involve vulnerability and often pain.
But I’m learning that recognizing and leaning into the discomfort of vulnerability
teaches us how to live with joy,  gratitude,  and grace.”-Brene’ Brown
 
(The winner of the giveaway is Carola……..thank you all for your generous comments;
I love it when you come around!)

of grasses and gold….

The green and grassy fields are browning,
summer’s wild things bursting into seed
and I walk among them now and listen,
the whispering places,
all breezy and waving and whooshing
as Autumn sings her brave songs.

about how there is grace in endings
a re-set to rest,
a keeping sails set
and waiting for  winds
that will come
to work their  mystery

and somehow they know
there  are  seeds of life
in letting go
and I stop and let Autumn brush
her golden wisdom
over the clay of me.
because I want to be,

a friend of her unworried ways
and un-driven days
and give her  plenty of space
inside this soul of mine
and so I lean in close
to feel what she knows

and off roll some fears
I’ve been keeping
and my care-worn shoulders go calm
and dread slides slowly
slowly
down
into dry grass
and  gold.

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at The Roural Journal
and also with wonderful Emily
at Imperfect Prose