Indian summer flirts with us all.
dripping with color and tears of farewell
to seasons past.
brisk mornings and humid afternoons,
cool shivery nights with brilliant skies.
A dubious spell of time,
somehow, neither there nor there
a lesson in unpreparedness
and the unexpected
A field of emerald green grasses
replete with the glory of a long summer’s work, somehow
gave birth to a pumpkin,
Manifesting before my eyes
in orange splendor
atop a velvet cushion,
its sweeping curves
Pregnant with past and future.
Someday gracefully decomposing
to reveal the white seeds of becoming.
Now, bursting at once with being,
existence and death.
Filling us with life and hope...
Breathing in I am aware of my being
Breathing out I encounter this moment
Breathing in I am full of life
Breathing out I feel able
Breathing in I know what I have to give
Breathing out I cast my seeds.
Breathing in I am here
Breathing out I am fulfilled
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© Ellen M. Adelman PhD 2013,
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