October


She always arrives with a sweet breath,
seducing me with a soft kiss.
Insinuating the change that lies ahead,
And cascading from the pointed tips of her dancing toes,
Fall.
The rich colors of all things old that must let go.
In a blanket of her golden touch,
She gives me comfort, although she insists I surrender.
She promises nothing but a bare unknown,
Looming in the darkness of the shadow that follows her.
She presses her chilling chest against me,
Yet somehow still keeps me warm with her spirit,
And I may try to resist,
To reflect of times before her return,
But she bestows an unworldly finesse,
As she effortlessly glides me into her presence;
A coziness that beckons me to join her hypnotic movements of grace.
Distracted by her captivating beauty and illusive perfection,
I find myself somewhere cold, alone, and almost lost.
Until alas-she whispers from afar,
"Lift your chin and raise your glance."
Awakening me to the bright hope of all things new,
Her last gift.
My heart to secretly await her embrace once more,
A destined moment never to be mistaken,
For she always arrives with a sweet breath,
Seducing me with a soft kiss.

October.

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Writing has become a creative and healing way for me to process emotions, thoughts, relationships, and all of reality. The more naked and vulnerable I have become with my style, the greater the impact, not only on myself but others. I hold many titles, some of which are mother, reverend, artist, healer, teacher, and theologist. Yet, most simply, I am a humanitarian, writing to exemplify a shameless acceptance of all our layers and the eternal beauty resting in everything around and within us. This poem was inspired by my favorite day of the year, October 1st. Sitting on Delray's beach, she whispered her sweet essence to my heart and soul.