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.
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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