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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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