REST ON LEAVES by Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg

Autumn is my favorite season…

It calls to me as the shift of this season transforms, I feel a transformation calling to me. I come to a returning to my soul, looking deep within.

As I feel all that this season sheds; I feel a shedding too. And I feel all that I falls away, a releasing, the changes of the season of me.

Rest on Leaves

rest on leaves.

that cover earth,

blending,

colors that

fold,

touching autumn’s breath.

it comes with a turning,

my life not exerting-

a stillness upon me,

to settle within.

listen to the season’s

hum upon the wind,

ushering a chill,

a silence to its closing,

trees now release

their garments,

now flowing

colors,

stand tall and naked-

against the dark sky.

like me,

I shed

to release,

to pause and see-

the resting of me.

it brings me to listening,

to changes beginning,

in the shifts now-

splitting,

ending

coming,

to myself seeing,

the season of me.

~Pictured is the author, Maureen Kwait Meshenberg, enjoying the autumn season~

Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg: About 4 years ago, I was awakened from my slumber, though it was a devastating breaking point in my life, I was reunited to a true relationship with my spiritual self and my gift through poetry. It is my intention to reach others by sharing my story through poetry and touching theirs. I am the Page owner of Heart’s Calling .I am also the Visionary Poet for the Facebook Magazine "Women as Visionaries with Lore Raymond" here. I recite spoken word at different venues and also host a monthly Creative Writing Circle using the space for women to bring out their inner release through written word. My first book is called "Seasons of The Soul: Transitions and Shifts of Life", available here. I am already working on volume II. You may contact me through my Heart’s Calling Facebook page here.

~If you are interested in seeing your poetry appear in this blog, or submitting a poem by a woman that has inspired you, please click here for submission guidelines. I greatly look forward to hearing from you!~

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