Stripping away the rose colored glasses of denial concerning my reality. Getting in touch with truth. Reaching out to others in empathy concerning their reality and their walk to truth.

Saturday, November 24, 2012

Autumn and then...

Walking; the cold wind cuts through the trees;
the chill threatens to stop my adventure
but I am on my way, kicking leaves aside,
my smiles directed at the sky.

It's still Autumn; 
Winter wants to surprise me.

Standing; the cold wind commands the leaves
to fall as if a slow snow, accumulating in drifts.
Each move I make, crunch, crunch, crunch;
I am a child once more.

It's still Autumn;
Winter wants to surprise me.



  1. Hi Dixie,

    And as the last resplendent reminder of Autumn floats to the ground...may the Winter surprise you with warm thoughts on a cold day.

    Have a peaceful weekend.


  2. Love this poem, Dixe. It makes me feel that I'm in the park where I walk, amongst the color-changed falling leaves.

    This piece inspires serenity. Hope you had a great weekend and got stuffed on Thanksgiving. :)

    Take care, my friend! Btw, are you still interested in how to make animal towels. Tee hee.

  3. Gary, that's a lovely sentiment. Thank you :)

  4. Thanks, Kelly, Thanksgiving was great. Oh, definitely need the towel bunny instructions!! :)

  5. Hi Mike: glad you enjoyed this one. :)


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