LOST NOVEMBER DAYS by Salyna Gracie

As the seasons turn we often experience their lessons for change deep within. What we have loved is lost. What we have found begins. This is the season for letting go.....making room for what is yet to come.

Lost November Days
Salyna Gracie

Those barren days,

Last summer

I heard your insistent call

Over and over

Through the dry-scented pine

Frantic with expectation

And you,

In patient repose

Waiting,

Confident I would rise to the task

Finding you,

Shattered my glass heart

I cradled your darkness

Clutched at your stillness

A heaving, terrible beauty

I have known

For some time

That this is the season

For letting go

Yet, my hands lay idle

Folded on aching breast

I know I should trust

I know that your treasure

Lies not in these feathers

But, in the spirit that

Lifts them into flight

These could be happy tears

Artistic collage: "Lost November Days" by the author, Salyna Gracie

Salyna Gracie is the director of Red Lotus Dance Company. She performs and teaches Middle eastern Dance and facilitates the Red Lotus SEEDs program which mentors girls through dance at her studio in a small, rural town in Washington state. Salyna's dancing reflects a commitment to personal growth by internalizing rhythms and expressing emotion through the body- dancing from the heart. Poetry and visual art continue the conversation of dance with words and images that dance on the page. You may connect with her via her website here and her artwork here.

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