It's time The leaves whisper The wind speaks Can you hear What they seek? There's a reckoning A soft calling A subtle, gentle shift In the breeze A remembering A stirring in the trees Stop, sense, seize What is unfolding Fall to your knees There's a wisdom Lingering in the air Longing to be felt Hold space For the transition For the new To be born From the old Squint your eyes and see Clearly once more Relax, release the void Let it fill itself No need to interfere It's enough to behold From a distance With a prayer 🙏
This poem was previously published in Lighthouse many thanks to Alexander Semenyuk for supporting my poetry.
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It truly is time, Hege. Your expressions are compelling and thought-inducing. Keep up this great work, Hege.
I kind of associate your poem with the Advent season. I like it.