“Home is behind, the world ahead,
and there are many paths to tread…”
-J.R.R. Tolkien
Fall
Wordless Wednesday – Leavings
Photo by Mary Bach
He Said – She Said
-Photo by Mary Bach
“When the last leaf falls,
what will die within us?”
-Sheniz Janmohamed
Autumnal Equinox – FF55
Light and shadows dance
through the ages
flashing, winking, spinning
And now the time begins
when shadows enfold the light
when we turn
to darker thoughts
with shorter days
and colder nights
when blossoms are spent
and fruits have ripened
The growing season is over
prepare your garden
prepare your soul
winter is on the way
This is for Joy, who has resurrected FF55 at Verse Escape. Go there and see what it’s all about. (Photo is by me.)
Wordless Wednesday – Final Showing
Wordless Wednesday – Mellow
Wordless Wednesday -Autumn Leaves
Turning
it is a serious thing
just to be alive
on this fresh morning
in this broken world.
-Mary Oliver
Grand Finale
The November temple is empty
the sacrifice finished.
Leaves scatter in the wind;
branches snap
like dry bones
of an unearthed skeleton.
The hole
in my graveyard chest
is empty
and black birds pick
at the pearls
which were my eyes.
Houdini’s midnight cape
settles with a flourish.
The show is over.
Falling
Jackson Pollock, Black Flowing, No. 8
Where
does it come from,
that feeling:
standing on the edge
of a tall building
holding the railing
looking down
what is it inside us
that wants to jump?
From the center of the chest,
this impulse,
to jump,
then
fall
off the edge of the known
like a cliff diver
through clouds – air – water
It frightens us
this feeling
making us step back
but what if we stay
at the edge,
and feel
the uncoiling,
letting go
falling
through a sky of knives
Falling through time and
plans and promises
and life.
Letting go,
falling from blue into grey
And what if we don’t fall?
What if we fly?
This was written in response to a promp by Karin at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads. The Pollock image is from Tess at Magpie Tales writing group.
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