The cool vibes of autumn

Crest upon a mood, a sensual melancholy.

A raven in waiting, seeking solace in warm September sun…

Preying on opportunity to quell the tensions and breathe peace into existence.

Cleaning out the old to make room for the ripe and the real.

Baggage is for peddlers, but I am a seeker…

Empty-handed,

Listening for answers, not telling lies of wished explanations.

Truth is just beyond the horizon where we go to discover,

Not sit on our couches waiting for the TV to feed us prophecy.

Nourishment is out there where the trees and mountains live,

In the sand and out at sea.

I ponder my next move just before the leaves fall,

Anticipation of my next adventure just around the corner.

We lie in waiting…

We wait and observe…

We observe and grow.

Metamorphosis is for the brave.

Listen to the crows sing and find your fate.