Journeys Beyond

The light is changing now—

autumn air is like a looking glass

magnifying every color and scent.

As my essence drifts into another

crisp and cool—lethargic season

spirits in soft—friendly breezes

whisper peace to my heavy heart

and hope beneath waning lights.

My memories clutch every color—

but how will I feel these winds—

when my spirit becomes wind?

A traveler exploring forever…