Daniel Henry Rodgers
My favorite season is almost upon us and I am looking forward to the change and the many celebrations.
"Autumn is a second spring where every leaf is a flower" - Albert Camus
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I stand at the wooded edge where goldenrod bows with the wind's wave its yellow heads nodding in agreement. A chickadee perches its heart a tiny drum of joy echoing the forest's pulse. In this moment a smile radiates— not mine but the earth's— a ripple spreading a gentle caress touching all it meets. A maple leaf lets go red-gold luminous spinning down in a silent dance a quiet farewell to summer's warmth. I catch it as a gift. How strange, this silk between bird, leaf, and human this quiet belonging that holds as frost approaches. What is this feeling but love's quiet whisper? This moment but life itself, distilled to its essence? And now, having tasted this wild sweetness how will you carry your one precious life?
Copyright © Daniel Henry Rodgers | Year Posted 2024
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