Stuck

Stuck. I'm the quicksand of my humanity.

The forest beckons

I am here

Been waiting for you.'

Aah the glory of autumn leaves

Falling randomly

With elegance and peace

It severs its neck in the fresh breeze

Fluttering to the ground

The composted beauty of the future

I walk the carpeted floor

My feet hugging this gentle repose

Of beautiful death

Aah Great Mother

Of recycling

Whence do I go?

Aah changing seasons

It's Nature's way of change

Shedding the old

Ushering in the new

Unknown.

The mystery of Life

A squirrel meanders

The cold comfort of hibernation

Is in the air.

The trickster of Spirit of the Forest

Gathering acorns with

Teasing resourcefulness

Even the tricker has to eat.

The brittle cold a herald of many storms to come

That will blanket the magnificence of Fall

Covering Mother Earth with its loving

Stillness.

Imaged memories of our past.

Aah the flying geese

Symbol of loyalty and interconnection

Prepare for their migration

Nature in perpetual motion

I shed my old skin

And ready my new wings

For a new Beginning

I join your migration

Searching new ground within

And finding peace with

Whom lam

Today.