Unfolded in the Wind

Residual heat in the ashes.

Geese overhead just before dawn bellow a departure.

The nature of autumn; the soul of October.

When the wind blows, leaves scrape and rustle in the dark – a lonely sound, mainly due to an inability to forget what comes next.

“Waiting for your 2 cents leaves me broke.” Yes, woman. Yes.

And yet.

Walking synchronicity.

Standing in the holy place.

No more substitutions.

Safe in the love that was never not given.

Called together; we do not go alone.

I see now.

I am accountable – a sleepy child holding us in this dream too long!

Time to extend.

Asters, chrysanthemums, thistle.

Unfolded in the wind.

A thank you note: for being stronger than I.

And more beautiful.