Fall Poetry – Soul Communing

connecting with one’s soul, and through that, all that is

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Poetry in my Mouth

To want that poetry in my mouth To feel it slip from my lips And into the air As a wisp of vapor Evaporating off my tongue Out into November Tumbling like amber oak leaves Catching upon the crisp sighs Of the turn of seasons Recite soul’s translations aloud And breathe through the words Letting each exhale Carry a facet of spirit out into this world These are living beings Autonomous reveries Specters of dreams set free

To want that poetry in my mouth
To feel it slip from my lips
And into the air
As a wisp of vapor

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Beaming orb of day Climbing the trunks of the trees Illuminating the dawning gold With its heavenwards ascent Each tree stands together Holding this cathedral in its breath Their arching boughs Framing the delicate panes Of backlit stained glass These luminous leaves Of amber and citrine Yet nothing shatters As this living temple sways in exhale It’s just a soft letting go Leaves flutter gently through the air Like moths flying back to the cocoon For another kind of metamorphosis Each leaf finds a resting place Returning to the bosom of the earth

Autumnal Temple

Beaming orb of day
Climbing the trunks of the trees
Illuminating the dawning gold
With its heavenwards ascent

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