the winds come and the trees hold ground for their roots run deep and wide from seedling to sapling to towering timber they have learned to bend when the tempests rage
the winds come and the house holds firm for it was built on a solid foundation from brick, to plank, to shingled roof its walls crafted to shelter kith and kin when the tempests rage
the winds come and i shall keep this space sacred for my ancestors, my children, myself from maiden to mother to crone i've grown in perseverance, grace, resilience when the tempests rage
seventy million, nine hundred sixteen thousand, nine hundred forty-six sparks of light flicker in a sea of darkness believers in love, compassion, inclusion, justice, truth, civility, kindness, peace we cling to hope as winter closes in
seventy million, nine hundred sixteen thousand, nine hundred forty-six despite what you may have heard is proof beyond a shadow’s doubt that you are in good company, light bearers shining for all to see
seventy million, nine hundred sixteen thousand, nine hundred forty-six reasons to grieve, to take time to heal to cling to the promise of spring… of a bright dawn after the darkest night to protect each precious ember of light
seventy million, nine hundred sixteen thousand, nine hundred forty-six did not a landslide make, nor mandate for those who choose the ways of hate may love’s light lead us from the edge and gather us to forge the path ahead
seventy million, nine hundred sixteen thousand, nine hundred forty-six hold space for victory in this fight one day we’ll surely get this right just not today, true change takes years so rest your hearts for now, we need you here
time and once upon ago Euphrosyne’s amber tresses flowed on wisps of autumn’s frosted breath
dear Aglaia, the tall and slim in elegance, slow danced with wind cloud-kissed, her raiment golden flecked
and Thalia, sweet Thalia blushed bright her supple shallow roots held tight as fledglings flitted from their summer nests
yes time and once upon ago from seed to sprout these beauties showed resilience when the tempests raged they met each season shift with grace flowered, fruited, shed their seed the most magnificent of trees and lovely still, though worn with age if they could speak what might they say?
embrace each season of this life dwell on the good, let go the strife time steals away before you know so learn to bend when fierce winds blow let your roots spread deep and wide reach to heaven’s North Star guide then soft surrender to the loam leave not a trace, but grace, come home
I spied a lovely doe today she held my gaze, then leapt away into the brush deep in the hollow I fought the urge to rush and follow to think I’m kind would not be safe we humans are a cruel race I kept my distance glad to see her intuition made her flee run free sweet forest sprite run free it’s best to fear the likes of me as hunters plan their autumn sacks be swift, stay safe, and don’t look back
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