Spirit Stories: In Your Own Words

Desire rests in

the sapphire zephyrs

of September,

while skies respond

with golden pirouettes

in the breath of wind.

Birds stroke clouds

of rose, magenta, and orange

in sunset's wake,

warm beauty on the horizon.

Inevitability charms the very trees

happily out of their leaves;

nature's clock ever-turning onward.

The changes of a new season

are embraced in every way

by those who can do nothing

to stop them;

willingly they submit.

Contentment abounds through

earth, air, and sea with no remorse

for leaving it's previous life.

The eyes of the mighty Universe

rove over all those who

dance and commune joyously under them,

finding pithy blessings in everything

above and below.