Let the leaves collect
at my feet
in their rustling,
scuttling
tumble.
May my skies froth
with rivers
of eddying,
harbinger
blackbirds.
Fill my cup with Autumn —
but allow
Spring to reside
in my heart;
Summer,
in my bones.
–C.Birde
Invocation — A Poem
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The beauty of seasons of the year beautifully put into words😊😊😊
Thank you so much — the more natural beauty we see, the more we support and nurture it in this world. 🙂
I love reading your words, it brings such a calm to my world ☺️
My garden is slowly going to sleep, I’ve planted more spring bulbs, I’m really looking forward to seeing them but for now they are resting, Autumn is full of warmth in it own right even if it’s just those beautiful colours 🎃
I often find the line of a song running through my head at this time of year — “Do not despair — Mother Nature simply rests, in sleep she has well earned…” It speaks of Autumn to me.
Thank you for your constant, steady, unflagging support through all these years, despite all the miles. I’m glad if I can bring you a sense of calm. 🙂