Moonbeams on Frost

The first frost lays down on the fall grass,

saying “hello!”…….. for it has been a while–

many moons have come and gone since they have shared company.

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November’s full moon rises —

as the moonbeams emerge–

they hit the frosted grass.

 

As the moonbeams and frost meet,

the frost begins dancing like flickering diamonds.

 

The sounds of the forest are muted as the frost and moonbeams dance,

old friends together in rhythm again announcing that

winter is lingering near.

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Beauty is everywhere, even in the night, even in the cold, even in the transition.

The seasons change, teaching us that even in the pain of change, we can dance.

Autumn Dusk

A southern autumn finally makes its way into the hickory, maple, and oak forests,

we’ve been waiting. Longing for it.

Yet, it has been lingering — barely ready to descend – – – until now.

It brings a soft glow that feels like a warm blanket when you’re cold,

you know how it feels, and you need it.

 

It calls to us softly – – – slow down, slow down – – – winter is coming.

It holds us after a deep and wide year,

A year that has torn our hearts open,

until we come face to face with love,

Are we going to love or are we just going to say we’re going to love?

There’s no time for false faces in autumn. (Except for maybe Halloween)

 

Is love alive or isn’t it?

Love is too big, too pervasive, too good to fake.

you know how it feels and you need it.

Is love alive or isn’t it?