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Fall: A Poem & Musing

I love the smokey grey of the sky in Fall The rustling of the leaves Their shifting colors from dark green to orange lights The chill within the breeze I love the scent of fire that moves upon the wind Longer nights and rain that falls The touch of woolen clothing, hoodies, and pumpkins I LOVE IT ALL! Friends, it is a new season, my favorite season! Autumn or Fall. For some, this is a time of seeming woe. A time when life fades and all things slip into darkness. But just like when we have spent our time working hard and producing a job-well-done, at the end of it, we desire a well-deserved rest with (hopefully) the anticipation for something even greater in the day or days to come. Autumn is a season of rest. It is the pause in the moment, the beginning of an intermission right before the symphony of life begins again. The current of Fall comes down up Summer with the vibrancy of fire and ice. Newness is just ahead, …

Second Sight by Rachael Ritchey

The future we see through broken and twisted spectacles There is not sure sight to know the path We trip along, hoping to grasp a rail When in fact, none is to be had Not with our hands, at least Only our hearts can lead For our hearts see what Eyes cannot see Feel what hands do not feel Touch what bone cannot touch Deeper is marrow than that of bone The core of one life is beyond imagining When hearts reach out to search the blindness Our hearts can go to places our bodies are unwilling In the heart lies the soul of a man and desire to love is there Photo by Quentin Lagache on Unsplash *This poem was written by Indie Author, Rachael Ritchey. To read more of her works, including her published pieces, follow her at: rachaelritchey.com Twitter: Rachael Ritchey Facebook: WritingRaci