I encourage everyone to take time every day to focus on other things...music, poetry, art. Remember, life is worth living. In the coming days, these things will help comfort us. Learn some chords on an acoustic guitar, write poetry and stories, learn to tell stories that will captivate your audience. This will make a better life for you and others. For some, writing about your feelings about the coming changes can help you come to terms with them. You are welcome to post them here.
This poem isn't about the what's coming, it's about what just passed...the beauty of Autumn and how you, if you take the time, can connect in a most magical way.
A Rare and Perfect Symphony
Hush, close your eyes,
and listen to Pan's pipes
as the breeze freezes
your face
and a squirrel squeals
at the sight of a forlorn acorn
Enter the percussion
of crisp, crackling, catatonic leaves
levitating in the freezing breeze
and the brass horns
of crows cursing the barren ground
and chainsaws felling firewood
As Autumn raises her baton
Nature holds her breath
as she splashes splendors along the ridges;
golds, oranges, and reds intermingled with
the spirit of apple tree trimmings
curling up, perfuming the air
Performing a rare
and perfect symphony
of sights, sounds,
and smells
awakening memories
from their cloistered slumber
(c) Cheryl Nelson 2010
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