Friday, October 23, 2009


Today, the wind is howling
blowing the dust and cinders
in cirlces at my feet
The umber and crimson
colored leaves
have now taken on
an ashen cast
as they murmur their
hushed good bye
a swan song to their
youthful days
in the sun
The wind, it beckons
of the chill that lies ahead
the blustery days
of nature's deep resting
the time for quietude...
the solstice of its soul...
Today, I sweep the cinders
off my feet
and wipe my brow clean
with the wind
of change


Barefoot from Heaven said...

Oh wauw this is a great post Kasia. Some times it feels so good to let the wind blow all the dust off of you. Thanks.

JFKlaver said...

What a beautiful lane. You words make it a special place in a special time.


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