Autumn blossoms with untapped opportunities
Each falling leaf, potential for something new
A pendulum swings
The earth rotates on her axis
The moon transitions through its phases
Everything changes, yet we remain unscathed
Pretty petal plumage almost in reach
The mystery and magic still to be seen
Oh how much I love these
Such faith in hope
Such strength in desire
Such trust in all that can be
My womb bursts with unspoken affinities
she is artwork and glory
she smells like cherries, spilt ink and thunderstorms