Poetry Prose and Musings by GWS
Warm lazy afternoons in late summer
Hazy and tea-colored at the golden hour
Dragonflies dancing through the tall grass
While crickets hum contentedly
Air scented with summer earth
And hints of coming autumn rain
The world readying for sleep
Eagerly awaiting the slowing of things
-gws
The first spring rain falls from a darkened sky
Washing away the heaviness from the air
Bringing deliverance of spirit
Offering itself as balm for my weary heart
Through its steady patter beyond my open window
Petrichor rising to ground me
Cool and damp air greeting too hot skin
I close my eyes
Imagining my complete surrender to it
Making an offering of all that scars me
All that weighs so heavily on my shoulders
I welcome this renewal
This forgiveness
This peace
I invite this healing
Surrender to this gentleness
Allow this act of cleansing
Readying my world to reawaken
Readying me to bloom again
-gws
Autumn prepares to make its bow
As December takes the stage
With evergreen and holly crown
And bonfires ablaze
The cloak of winter deep and white
With whispered grace arrives
While all good folks abide long nights
As snow falls on the pines
Let not the darkness weight your brow
Do light your lamps ablaze
For soon the Solstice will arrive
To return the longer days
-gws
"It's Spring!" the little songbird sang, excitement trilling in her voice. "It is winter," groaned the sleepy sapling whose roots were enshrouded in icy soil. "But the sun is SO warm," whistled the songbird. "Yes, but the ground is still SO cold," creaked the sapling "Puff up, my small friend, and sleep with me a little longer. When my buds start to sprout, we will both sing a song of welcome for Spring." So the songbird tucked up into a nook in the saplings branches and together they hunkered down to wait for Spring to truly arrive. -gws
Gray mornings where the fog veils the landscape in its cloak of chilly mystery and muffles the sounds of a busy fall commute -gws
(A Northern California Call for Autumn’s Arrival)
Oh Northwest Wind Bring forth your breeze And with your breath make summer ease Oh Northwest Wind Gift your crisp, biting air That tells us Fall will soon come to bear Oh Northwest Wind Please do not tease Instead, herald the changing of the leaves Oh Northwest Wind Return us our foggy blanket So we may start dreaming of harvest banquets Oh Northwest Wind Please place kisses on our skin So Summer knows its rule is at an end Oh Northwest Wind Time to dance through the pines While we bundle in sweaters and sip rich wine Oh Northwest Wind Please bless us from above So that we may give thanks with Autumnal love -gws
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