The Frost

 

I am the frost 

that quietly settles over the land,

 the silver breath of late autumn. 

I call you to stillness,

 to honor what has passed

 and what is fading.

 In the hush of shorter days,

 you may gather the wisdom

 of endings,

 the gentle strength 

that comes from letting go. 

Let your heart rest in the quiet, 

and know that even in what appears barren,

 seeds of future growth 

are held safely within me.

Listen, and carry my guidance with you.

~The Frost

(from https://www.instagram.com/friendsoftheforestct/)

November

 

Blow winds, blow

Slow, keept it slow

find the flow,

breathe in, breathe out,

let it go,

 let it go.

Let it wash away, all away

dance and sway

and shake it off;

the solar flares

the night sky glares

the intensity. 

Embrace it all

the the lightness

the stillness of the air

with softness

with so much gratitude

all things pretty and fair;

the golden sunsets,

the twilight, 

the purple nights

the fairy lights.

November,

remember

the reminder

to shed, 

don't be afraid

to let go and 

feel the earth below

how it tends

and holds

my body

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