Rhythm of Change

-------Rhythm of Change-------

If the thought 

of change

may frighten you

Listen in

to the trees

of Autumn.

Their leafy greens

turn to yellows,

and reds, and gold.

Without a plan

for this.

Without desire.

We are,

dear heart,

all music.

Forgive control

and 

expectation,

And allow

the rhythm

to move you.

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Turn You Gold

-------Turn You Gold-------

Sunrise 

rolls 

the shadows

Down hillsides

into

Autumn.

Every color 

you could 

imagine,

Held 

within the 

darkness.

Be present 

into grief

and this dawn

Will turn 

you

gold.

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Dear Autumn

-------Dear Autumn-------

Oh, dear Autumn,

bless the changes

that you bring.

In 

your 

presence

Our edges disappear

and hearts beat 

in rhythm,

Inviting 

near

the Colds return

And color

into the 

leaves.

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Red into Gold

-------Red into Gold-------

It is in the quiet,

on the soft and shifting winds,

I hear the rhythm

most clearly.

Eyes open

or closed.

Mind still.

Heart wandering.

My fingers rise

to touch the strings,

and bird wings

lift

Through young Autumn,

carrying the dawn

from red

into gold.

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