Leaving - Window Between Seasons
Leaving Window Between Season Singing river I hear your song, the joy of flow. C loud forest to house my dreams, dwellings of soft quiet light. Patchwork quilt fields thank you for your Indian Summer harvest. I imagine my tears falling from up here, so high, falling through the sky to splash down upon you Earth Mother/Earth Father. My offering of sweet and sorrowful Love for all that Life is. The melancholy of this turning season, and my leaving has brought the impossibility of trying to hold on... Sign in to see full entry.