The Harvests of Autumn
Start with September’s sad apples
The trees are now weary
From months in gestation
Their branches like bellies
Hang swollen and low
Not able to pick themselves
Up any longer
They wait for delivery
Their moment of grace
While there for the blossoms
And the time of conception
You missed their long season
Went elsewhere to play
But you’ll arrive eager for delivery
Fruit from their birthing held in your hands
And a mouth full of something
That you’d like to say
Stumbling Toward Certainty 
wow,. keep meditating.:)
I really like that one. Nice work.
Thanks, bro’ Wish we had about 25 kids in the fam – get some traction on line! Share the good stuff, OK?
I’m going through this myself. The cycle of death and rebirth is ongoing and to be in it with awareness and care is something I need to constantly practice. Those last lines are very powerful and true…there is a purpose, always something learned…something to say…Thank you for this:) Elizabeth
Yes, Elizabeth, so true – we are all going thru it.
Recognized or not… Here’s to your awareness and courage for us all!