a season
i am the chill in the air
i am the spice
i am the season
the provider for a romantic reason
i am the apex of nature
the atmosphere of beauty
and the array of colors
my breath is the morning mist
i lean to nature's distinct patterns
like mosaic art recessed in the walls
of life
i am the nuance in a fem
the prismatic colors from the rays
of light
i am captivating
but not bold
i am life
to be hold
i am the shade of red
the tint of amber
and the softness in brown
i am a thought of a drifting leaf
and the sculptor of nude trees
i am what you call
autumn.....
or fall
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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