a new path is unfolding before me,
i'm trying to find a rhythm, yet september has too much work and play.
i'm squeezing the last of summer close to my soul,
and at the same time slowly adjusting to my new spiritual season.
i'm feeling grand like this gayfeather in the field.
a little haiku comes too:
Morning prairie walk
I hear the wind in both ears
and a bird in one
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