Sometimes you have to swim against the current

To get to where you are supposed to be.

Stories of Autumn

The days bloom crystal clear
On the low Eastern horizon

A crisp breeze carries
The scent of serenity
Along a darkening shore

There is a natural grace
After the rain
When twilight fades
To leave a celestial glow

The stillness of dawn in the forest
Caressed by the gentle radiance
Of a cool Autumn sun
Worshipping amidst the trees

There are hidden gardens
Enchanted by the cadence of the wind
Whispering sweet musings

Dancing along a peaceful path
To waves of cascading foliage
Blushed by Autumn’s splendor