Autumn Woods

August 7, 2015

I cherish the silence, hearing naught but the breeze

As golden sunlight filters down through the autumn leaves.

Peace fills my heart as I take in the comfort

Of my Mother who tells me to sleep tonight in Her Court.

She whispers words of welcome,

Of fond memories of my youth,

And I find peace inside Her wisdom

For I know Her words are truth.

She tells me life is of Her,

But that death is of Her, too.

She says someday we'll be together,

But today is much too soon.

I dream of the days long past

When oft' I slept under the sun.

These days are those I now grasp

As from my present I run.

Run far from grief and sorrow,

From the struggles of the heart,

To rise again upon the 'morrow

Given strength for a fresh start.

But for now I live with Mother

As I did when I was young,

And I dream softly 'neath the flutter

Of birds flitting from rung to rung.

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