I haven’t turned
with the trees,
holding back
against cold air
and blanketing clouds.
Not wanting winter rest
nor root darkness
I struggle for light
as the sun moves south
before the rain
and darkened cave.
Holding on,
yet knowing
I will follow
the path of gold
to the waiting earth.
Sweet surrender… eventually. I’m still “hanging on” with you, Brother!
Don, in your words I feel the weight, gravity pull of the Path of Gold, and the Way of Love, which keeps warm the darkening cave and the sacred night — leading once again, inexorably, to the Golden Light of a new day. Thank you for this nugget.
Good morning, Don! I believe yesterday was the autumnal equinox. Indeed, fall is extending its invitation to enjoy cooler days and let go to the changing season—indeed a golden time in which to rejoice. Thank you!
Time to let go!(smile)
Lovely, Don. The moment of suspension…
Shorter daylight , cold creeps closer and bolder toyou.
Bolder to stare at you like a wolf that missed some previous meals.
See the sunglow, keep on, keeping on Donnie !