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I drove for several hours through the mountains recently. The trees were beginning to shift their colors, transitioning to a gold and fiery red.

There’s a comfort we find within these seasonal changes; a momentary release of worldly stresses – a reminder to begin anew.

The world reveals itself through such gentle change; the lifting of light through the ample oaks, the sweet smell of ripened earth. As if a catalyst to our own metamorphosis. “Come join me,” Nature begs.

“Listen! The wind is rising, and the air is wild with leaves,
We have had our summer evenings, now for October eves!”

Such depth of joy in her declarations; a passing wind forcing the last of the summer rain.

“And those who listened nor moved nor wondered, but heard, all bewitched…the sweet unhastened.”

In peace, my sweet friends…

Namaste ❤️

Note: Poetry by Humbert Wolfe