late summer’s Eve

Early Spring I stepped away
thinking soon to return
late summer finds me
far and farther

Each season brings change
autumn will in it's own way
dying to self
required of the season

calming time to slow still
release dying life
fluttering down and down
in a cool breeze

I want to rest now
gather strength for the Way
be ready for the next change
knowing it will come

may I not get in it's way
impede the progress of self
clawing it's way out of me
becoming who I am















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