Season Of Change

The air is cool and sharp
as I breathe deep

Driving...and vibing with
this somber earth...
this colder...
smokey ember...of sky..
and ground..
where my soul...
and Gaia meet...
as we speak...
through the frozen atmosphere
as trees swoon under the
lulling motion of winter
I see the earth
breathe and sigh...
as I ride between winding
hills that seem as though
they  are touching
the silver blue clouds
heralding harsher weather
to come...

I feel myself unfold...
and expand...
like the road before me
as my center of gravity
aligns with the ground...
and my surroundings...
as I absorb the deep green
and granite of valleys
and fields...
I am solid
like the soil
beneath me
stoic...and reminiscent
as the fallen leaves
finding there home
upon the cooling ground.
I ...communicate my acceptance
of this change...
In nature...
and myself...
As I move into
the fabric of this
seasonal symphony
quieting my soul
till spring.