Westward

Autumn’s light leans easy on me now 
drifting in at dawn, flowing westward 
slow across the day and in the evening 
settling low at dusk’s edge 

I look for Venus
faint and lingering close to the horizon
but she’s gone before its dark

Perhaps there is no searching left for me 
(at least not yet) and so this year 
I’ll let the Autumn guide me as it should

I’ll let it warm and burnish me
comfort and caution me

I’ll walk its jumbled path
as spent leaves drift and fly
hydrangeas fade and dry
geese open their wings and
coyotes crouch at the forest’s edge, 
their golden eyes on the night ahead

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Music pairing: State of the Art (AEIOU) by Jim James, 2012.

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May these words bring truth and healing
through open hands and hearts. And then,
let it flow back into our Mother Earth
for the love of all her beings.

This poem was conceived and grown organically from my own unique human experience, thoughts, efforts, knowledge and research.