As if nature knows…
The just right path to return me to my center.
The most delicate and sweet mandala.
Basking in Greens
While the landscape fades into fields of gold…
Where every day there are signs of more leaves changing…
I’m basking in the endless greens.
Knowing - their season is passing.
Seasonal Gifts
Seems - every year - they’re the same faces.
They’re not.
And - every year - at just this time…I think.
This season…this moment - is my favorite.
It’s not.
There is no one favorite.
Each has its own gifts.
Each is all so very very good.