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Nature’s Scherenschnitte

Feels like a Monday.

I’m always a little sad when the full moon goes into its waning gibbous phase and starts to disappear. But the thing to remember is new moon doesn’t equal no moon. Like the sun, the moon is always there. We see the light it reflects and the tides it affects.

30 days hath September. And they’ve been glorious!

AUTUMNAL EQUINOX EQUATION I stepped through a web of gold, Hardly noticing summer slipping away behind me, Into the wonder of a sepia-toned world. Bronze and amber, Burnt orange and nut brown, A color palette of plaid. Wrapped in fleece and flannel, Wool and watch cap, I listen to Fall’s distinctive soundtrack And slow dance…

Molting and making way for a new season and new growth.

So Summer slips away, and I’m not sad. (Well, maybe a little.) Tomorrow, at 2:50 am, we step into Autumn. (I feel a poem coming on.) Looking forward to what this next season brings.

Savoring September and these last couple days of Summer

Feathers & clouds

A vow of silence sounds very appealing right now, no pun intended. Who’s with me?