I watched a golden leaf flutter down.
The branches whisper in the breeze.
Each leaf that falls cleanses the tree.
It is preparing for winter and a chance to sleep.
The words I speak have a pure energy.
My actions have motion and meaning.
I can remember the past as a guidebook.
It gives me direction for today.
I imagine that I can survive unchanged.
I’ve been full of conflict.
I am tense and full of fear.
I will begin to simplify my life soon.
My problems present me with difficult decisions.
I breathe slowly and let the days go by.
I am waiting for the winter snow.
I will be stronger when spring returns.
W. Wayne B.
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