Posts Tagged ‘Autumn’

a moment.

thinking fast – i open another window

not to the fresh air, but a fresh page – words yet unwritten

kids chasing the kitten down the hall, himself chasing a ball

and through it all i have this moment

coffee cooling, cider still, donuts and the chill

of the crisp autumn air enters through the windows already opened

the early moments of a new day, unshaped clay

before even the kids say “what will be?”

we have yet to see, not anxiously awaiting

but allowing this moment to stretch

etching words of His on mind and heart

the best way to start each day

with a moment.

Fall Ave.

The squirrel lifts its head

as acorn falls, alarming all

against the gravity of autumn.
Solemn leaves of orange, pale enlight1against the sidewalk chalked by children who live here,

riding by now, plowing through late morning as Moses through Red Sea-

warning neighbors recently wed, the beauty of life to be,

of life that was, as others’ lives come to dusk, grandparent of the street whose feet shuffle slowly,

feeding birds who greet this quiet community with their own,

interrupted by invitation to observe, daughter has worked up nerve to try,

bike off sidewalk, just a moment but smiles years in practice,

proud to her father, sits on porch swing slow, wind blows and leaves fall like gentle rain,

plainly proclaiming place where life will come again.

Small nod and raised hand sing hello to passersby, one cannot pause – spoils of her morning in hand.

Each front porch presenting welcome demands of slow-worn paths into community,

lit by street lamps that saw grandparents with mud pies.

Because I was forced to spend time in quiet…

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It’s not far, but it’s often a world away.
Today, I’ll say there’s no way it could be near. It couldn’t be here.
Because here is noise, busy, and hurry. Here’s worry. The scene is blurry,
And clarity? The lens hasn’t been cleaned for a while. You smile,
Holding tight the commitment you’ve made for tonight.
“I’m doing alright.”

And so are we all, but as Fall turns to Winter you realize,
There might be lies in the Truth. The Truth lies bare when given a moment to spare.
And there, in slow breathing and heart beating, you find it.

There is quiet.

Leaves have turned, and are falling. The silence is calling
For those willing to press pause on the pace, and face a world less moving.
Less proving, and more being. More seeing. Freeing you from shackles unfelt.
Moments melt into Sabbath. You catch your breath. There is life. There is death.

There is quiet.

Breathing deep, drenched in nothing.
Absence that feels like more substance than you’ve had in a while.
You smile, remembering what it’s like to wander.
In body and thought, you’re caught up in wonder, staring at the clouds
As if they contain a story you’re anxious to hear.
You stumble, lost in your surroundings,
A leaf-covered path, the aftermath of Autumn.
Emerging to a lake, you take it all in with a grin
And begin to lose yourself in the wealth found in the surface
Of water undisturbed.

There is quiet.

Heavens reflected in smooth glass
Trees stretching deep down into the sky
Fooling the eye, you sigh.
This is why

There is quiet.

You can’t stay in this place
But you scoop up the pace, and put some in your pocket.
Commit to remember, as you head into November

That there. Is. Quiet.

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