Dew drops gather anxiously
awaiting the unknown
Plunging headfirst into what could be
Setting free and letting go
No regrets no consequence
Simply being in the now
I could lose myself in your embrace
As the breath escapes your mouth
Like a criminal who’s been set free
Longing to be caught again
So the autumn leaves fall from the tree
To renew again in spring
Simple joy comes in acceptance
And receiving what may come
Each morsel more delicious
When we know where it comes from
So let the weight rest on my shoulders
May I feel its sleeping power
To ignite the flame that smolders
Revealing the tender flower
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Comments (3)
This has such beautiful imagery and symbolism. I love it.
You are a prolific writer of poems that are inspiring, though-provoking and down right beautiful.
Another beautiful piece. Well done.