Free Fall

The flowers smile after last night's rain
and the first autumn leaves are in free fall.
Season's turn, fingers suddenly cold,
silver mist sky and the breeze blows;
contented sleeping dog at my feet.
Savor the pause between invitations.
The momentary silence
and the sun shining through the trees
is a morning gift that makes me smile.
Holy disruptions and cleansing power of peace.

© Christine Salkin Davis, 2018


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