Dipping flights of leaves, brown, orange, green, and yellow returned to the soil from whence they were born, patiently metamorphosing and awaiting spring’s rebirth. Spindly forest skeletons drowse in shifting autumn sunshine, momentarily awakening to shiver their bones as transient north winds mockingly speed by. At evening time when chill descends from cold stars above, trees huddle in clumps with loners left to idle the night with solitary thoughts; only evergreen pines and cedars are left to while away the dark moments, whispering in secretive tones. Deep seasonal divisions cleave the world as haughty winter gales tease the countryside from lowering gray clouds along peripheral horizons. We must follow the example of the leaves and nestle ourselves back to our wombs of warmth and comfort while preparing for the coming rebirth that is spring.
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Please take a look at Jeremy’s latest blog post and follow the link he has provided. He took my dream sequence and changed it into poetry of the soul. Thank you, my son.
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Happy Veteran’s day, America!
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Happy Independence Day to Jola and all the people of Poland!
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Have an inspiring weekend, my friends.
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