The Gentle Hope of Autumn The many-hued leaves that fall To nurture the life lying below the ground The songs of birds trilling out Lifting our spirits The chill of mornings that lead To a day of sunny warmth The final ripening of fruit Before the winter chill arrives The light of dawn when I rise (sometimes) And the early dusk that calls me To quiet evenings of thought, prayer and words Be still as all slows down Be still in this time of quiet gathering Be still and listen to Earth going to rest Be still in peace in the hope of new life to come For from the dying of Autumn Comes the birthing of Spring In the passing of the past Comes the arrival of the future In the changing of what has been Comes what will be In the moving forward of one generation Comes the moving in of the next In the silent listening of questions Comes the answers for our times Angela Coleman 22 & 23 April 2017 This was written partly sitting in the park, with my journal and pen, yesterday; and partly sitting at the laptop, at my desk, today. Photo credit:  Teresa McNamara: One Tree Hill Auckland in May 2016
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