Autumn darkens into fall
as the
days grow shorter into night
and the
air turns cold against the sky,
morning’s
sun and evening’s rising moon
and
starlight set in darkness shining. Our spirits
turn
inward now toward our hearts and souls
seeking the
self, hidden, too, by the dark and cold,
rapt as
we are by the change of the seasons, one
into the
next, a transformation done in darkness
and a
trial by the fires that burn within us
to
weather the changes, hardened as steel,
unyielding,
yielding only to that which we are,
and are becoming,
a metamorphosis into ourselves,
made
perfect in the cycle of the seasons changing.
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