grace upon grace
with yellows and reds, orange
their dead or dying leaves
spark pleasure in our eyes,
pour their colors out like cash
yards and eaves and flower beds,
drop their gold into the thirsty sky,
fling wide their treasures.
Why don’t I?
What would it be to live with this
wild, brilliant generosity,
this free release,
this depth of color,
joy, and loss?
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with the precipitation of things
falling out of our lives,
as the season’s bright allure,
once accumulated and condensed,
leaving us the gentle loveliness
of letting go.
bottom photos by fisherman Dan @ Branford, CT
the law of abundanceis everywhere
we think we need to tap into
the law of attraction
the fruit falls off the trees for us
all we have to do is keep our hands open