The Turn

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The Turn is made

The sun has begun its decent
The light now begins to wane, unveiling summer’s depth

The heat will slowly surrender its place
Making room for the coming, quickening Chill

Green gives up, bowing to Autumn’s palette

Rhythms shift, cadence slowly unwinds to match the pace of darkness and cold

My thoughts turn

My body knows before my mind can comprehend

That I will soon need your light and your heat in this new season
For Your light shines differently in the Darkness, a soft pearl white
Your warmth soothes and stills my restless Soul

12 thoughts on “The Turn

  1. You sound like you’re in a much different place than last autumn. May the blessing of that soft pearl white light warm and sooth your soul through the changing of the seasons. {{{Plato}}} And thank you for the millionth time for being my friend.

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