The summer leaves betray me

as their tips turn ever so slightly brown.
Translucent, amber stars quietly pushing away from their host, preparing for their fall
to the Earth. 
She catches green then brown in her sweet embrace, while I feel the wind pitch with a bit more fury and I sense the inevitable is near.

 

Earth.   I 'know' it is a cycle and spring will come again and that this means nutrients that feed a natural cycle – and that these fresh leaves will become next years’ rich earth,  which feed the maturing, growing plantlife next spring.  

 But winter, brrrr,  it brews in me a strong resistance

I Feel Gratitude

Supported by many , I stand on my own two feet

What Life Is

The sea rolls in,

waves bringing memories of summer swims, boating, outings, and surfboarding

at night, the sky lights up showing pathways to the deep and mystical universe.

The world is tilting, is anyone noticing?

A man is standing onshore

daydreaming of his family

his past

His grandmother waits indoors, in bed, surrounded by cherished memories.

She is in comfort while she waits silently for death’s approach

As a hawk circles for days overhead, perhaps it is waiting too.

Her life of 99 years now she is passing to a new place, a new adventure.

She has always been unafraid of the open water - what’s to fear?

She taught her children and grandchildren to be unafraid.

And now, as death approaches still she is teaching those around her:

To be open, open to all existence.

It shines through her heart

it says, "Life is Good"