~Meditation 97: ~Autumn Come Winter~ (9/25/2016)

~Meditation 97: ~Autumn Come Winter~

Autumn on my shoulders this time of life, respite from the heat of youth, long searing days of summer fading, a mosaic of soon promises, leaves falling, thanks giving, a smooth path to winter rime on the grass. A shivering, puffy round sparrow, its handsome voice praising daybreak, exploding the eastern horizon, surrendering to light. There’s gray in my hair now & a hitch in my getalong. I am serene in the dawn, pleased to be so, an old dragon contemplating a new day.
 
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