work in progress

A night in harvest
 
Aria and Morgan sleep in the bedroom quietly
A fan blows in the other room
It is full dark out
And the windows are open.
 
I can hear the strong breeze in the leaves
That are just starting to turn.
 
I think sometimes that I would feel whatever I feel
Good or bad
Regardless of whatever life event or circumstance
I am blaming my mood on.
 
I swallow disappointment
 
Let it go I tell myself.
 
Release it
Release it
Release it
 
This work is surely good
For the soul and skin
 
The moon was up and full this morning as I drove to work
 
Some truths are only found in darkness
In the cleanliness of dirt and ground and natural things
Breaking down
 
Hold space for detris
And decomposition
 
That is how the transformation happens.
 
And that is the magic.

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