Autumn in MI 2018. Photo credit: Jen Eden
The glow
pushes through a dying red maple
Those fiery leaves
spiral towards the green ground
cool
like the falling of us
So delicate, so quiet
skilled in whisper
in energy transposition
The shift is here
it calls
through the ruffling of those red leaves
The Mother knows,
she senses it
like the ticking in the blue tide
The seduction of the violet Moon
bewitches you
draws you away
naturally
Our yellow light dims
as those buds grow
The red maple awakens
ignites, orange
during the flush of mourning light
About the Creator
Jen Eden
Here to tell my tales - to share what's inside of me. I'm not quite sure the purpose - I guess to leave a tiny shred of the moment in time, that was me.
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