Cycle

Yellow leaves descend

to the Earth

final resting place

awaiting

their rebirth

 

Surrendering to the wind’s carress

Falling like little black dress

blanket of

hopes

possibilities

reflect on abilities

 

be in the flow

moving purposely slow

Don’t think

just go

to decode

what the

wooden block

encodes

 

Mother

Persistent dense fog

Open up Earth, swallow me whole

Release me, reborn