“Gently, gently, gently.”
From Autumn’s house,
she called;
doors & windows
wide open flung.
“Your grasp –
so tight upon the latch –
restricts advancement
into
light.”
— C.Birde, 10/20
Autumn’s House — An Image
“Gently, gently, gently.”
From Autumn’s house,
she called;
doors & windows
wide open flung.
“Your grasp –
so tight upon the latch –
restricts advancement
into
light.”
— C.Birde, 10/20
2 Comments
Interesting reflection. “Don’t be scared; let go.” I’ve been hearing this a lot. Still clinging to the latch though. Hope you aren’t. 🤍🧡🤎
Oh, I’m often scared — feel like I’ve spent most of my life scared — and my hand is still on that latch… But I’m starting to loosen my grip, look around, and take stock of what I’m clinging to… What’s worth keeping, what I should set down. Best wishes to you! 🍂🍁🍂