Wisps of color across the sky.
Hues of pink, magenta and orange
not seen in months.
A gentle coolness in the breeze.
A freshness which speaks to the
fullness of the journey.
Grey blue clouds come and go.
Like a blank canvas their invitation
is to ponder and be.
Green fading to lighter shades.
Knowing the time has been
well spent and cherished.
Another harvest from the garden.
The surprise of each picking
still delights the heart.
These sacred days filled with much.
The Season of Creation is the gift
of this season changing month
- September.
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