© 2012 by Joyce Mason
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Cool breezes call me
to the autumn of
my soul
farmer’s market of inner
bounty
so overdone;
it’s almost obscene.
Colors so wanton
they put rainbows to
shame.
I drink it all in
from gourds of change
smell the fall
flowers of my bloom.
Flashbacks come
vibrant as the market
scene
and leaves starting
to burnish.
Déjà-vu: I see who
I was last winter
the seeds of becoming
planted in spring
the summer growth
and now, the yield.
I yield to my
ripeness
bow to the Libra Sun
the new balance in my
being
until I shed my
autumn leaf skin
for winter
hibernation
become another New Me
once more
nature’s loving
recycling loop.
Autumn is Me in
Living Color
bursting with the
courage
and accomplishment
of another year of
living
from life’s full
palette of
possibilities.
~~~
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