The wind blows wild from far up high

It hasn’t in a while

The moon beyond the trees peeks forth

in a softened smile

One leaf

and then

another

drifting

drifting

down

Each makes of every breath a dance

Even if it is ..

their letting go,

their very last

Yet somehow I know

all that has a loving start

never truly ends

At home in me,

it whispers

as the silent fallings

of this autumn time

The hope that keeps on calling…

floating on the waves of gentle rhyme

so now to rest the tiredness within

…and then once more

to lovingly begin..

****

ellie894 October 12, 2020

17 thoughts on “every breath…

  1. Look at all those birds!! What kind?? It’s a lovely picture and I can imagine leaves gently tossed in the wind looking like birds… dreaming of soaring away then slowly falling to lay on the ground and sleep by the tree that bore them.

    Sleeping under a tired moon… just beautiful!πŸ’ƒπŸΌπŸ’«βœ¨πŸ’žπŸ¦‹

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    1. This was taken a couple falls ago. It’s a mix of starlings and actual leaves. And then I realized they looked like each other πŸ’«πŸ₯°. Thank you for the lovely thoughts πŸ¦„πŸƒπŸ’«πŸ¦‹πŸ’ž

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