Why is this October almost over?
I’ve just begun to sink into this falling
month, when sunset comes with dinner,
when the moon beckons us to look up
and look far, when the wind
turns in from the north, whispers stories
through leaves, when life is supposed
to slow, allow us to gather up parts
of ourselves we’ve lost during the fast
paces of August and September.
I haven’t finished piecing myself back
to the whole needed before forming
my resolutions for the coming year,
a new that startles us soon after
the Christmas lights go out.
—C.L. Fisher, October 2020
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Poetic Meanderings 
When leaves cannot help but tell stories of change
The deeply vibrant and shades of green giving way to yellow, orange and red
The thick velvety feel fading slowly into crispy thins
As the wind chooses to whisper enough such that the twig cannot rescue yet another falling leaf
Such stories silently told by the leaves just by the changes they manifest
Reveal wonders of life that they are willing to lose before they fall to the ground
To gift us a certain beauty for our lives to behold
Oh that our hearts receive such stories of gracious love
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Such a beautiful response. Thank you!
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