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Friday, August 17, 2012

Seasons and their wisdom

The first leaves are beginning to turn color.

watching a leaf
waiting for it
to fall

How does she
help her daughters,
those of birth
and those of
know their own
feminine self?

The earth knows the
 know yourself.


OldLady Of The Hills said...

Beautiful tghought, my dear---And So Well Said!

Anne said...

So true.

Tabor said...

Thank you!

Lynn said...

Lovely, Rain.

Ugich Konitari said...

Facing life colors
cheerful equanimity
the tree
in russets
and reds
and browns,
shining gold
in the early autumn sun.

There is no
for the loss of green.

And she wonders
how to tell her daughters
if your mind remains green
you need
no other color
to beat
the passages of time
in your life.....

Ugich Konitari said...

Taradharma said...

Fallen Leaves

Why should I be the first to fall
Of all the leaves on this old tree?
Though sadly soon I know that all
Will lose their hold and follow me.
While my birth-brothers bravely blow,
Why should I be first to go?

Why should I be the last to cling
Of all the leaves on this bleak bough?
I've fluttered since the fire of Spring
And I am worn and withered now.
I would escape the Winter gale
And sleep soft-silvered by a snail.

When swoop the legions of the snow
To pitch their tents in roaring weather
We fallen leaves will lie below
And rot rejoicingly together;
And from our rich and dark decay
Will laugh our brothers of the May.

--Robert William Service

Rain Trueax said...

Thanks Ugich and Tara. I love it when something inspires others to share a different angle. Wonderful!