Today is solemn.  
A dry leaf caught in the green grass of this late summer’s
morning 
does not move, 
does not dance in its breezes, 
does not bask in the warmth of summer…looking upon it, I
feel an emptiness, 
an old emptiness 
Where has the innocence of summer gone?
Has it happened
upon Fall before its time?  
Soon this
leaf will become part of the soil,
part of the earth  
I cannot hasten this process. All I can do is observe 
and
wait 
for the winter to bury it in its pristine snow 
So in the spring it will have the opportunity to nurture new
life
I feel the warmth of the morning sunrays upon my eyelids
I hear the crickets’ song and 
feel the firm ground support my feet  
Mother Earth
comforts me today 
while her many seasons give me hope 
and for this I give thanks
 
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