Autumn glances

Autumn is almost here. Thank you dear Margherita for bringing it in with your lovely words.

Thank you Vicky for bringing back Margherita's lovely poem.

Thank you Margherita for the beautiful autumn poem.

Thank you again Margherita for the most beautiful words.

Thank you dear Margherita for the beautiful autumn words.

Remembering dearest Margherita this autumn.

Thank you Vicky for bringing back Margherita's lovely poem.

Thanks again Vicky for bringing back Margherita's beautiful autumn poem.

Autumn glances


Dressed in sunset hues
every single leaf dances
to the westerly wind blues,
not remotely shaken
by the deadly implications
of this warm requiem,
performed with equal joy
and participation
as if it was all about
celebrating birth.

And maybe it is ...

The sun plays along,
dipping every leaf
in its golden light
gifting it with
its own sacred moment
of transfiguration.

And I am part of it ...

Autumn glances
from the humming tree
pierce my heart,
while the leaves whisper
“let go and weave
your mourning heart beats
into the choreography
of our graceful leaving”.

And breathing in rhythm
to nature’s tune of wisdom
I let go and surrender 

sharing the spirit of perfect harmony 
permeating all the seasons of life ...
and reaching deep into eternity

Love,
Margherita

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Remembering Margherita.

Thank you for bringing back this poem yoko.

I also remember Margherita. Her poems will live forever.

Thank you Margherita, wherever you are. I know that it is a very beautiful place, just like your Autumn Glances.

Autumn glances


Dressed in sunset hues
every single leaf dances
to the westerly wind blues,
not remotely shaken
by the deadly implications
of this warm requiem,
performed with equal joy
and participation
as if it was all about
celebrating birth.

And maybe it is ...

The sun plays along,
dipping every leaf
in its golden light
gifting it with
its own sacred moment
of transfiguration.

And I am part of it ...

Autumn glances
from the humming tree
pierce my heart,
while the leaves whisper
“let go and weave
your mourning heart beats
into the choreography
of our graceful leaving”.

And breathing in rhythm
to nature’s tune of wisdom
I let go and surrender

sharing the spirit of perfect harmony
permeating all the seasons of life ...
and reaching deep into eternity

Thank you Margherita, wherever your spirit rests.

Thank you Inda for bringing back this beautiful poem.

Thinking of you Margherita.

Autumn glances


Dressed in sunset hues
every single leaf dances
to the westerly wind blues,
not remotely shaken
by the deadly implications
of this warm requiem,
performed with equal joy
and participation
as if it was all about
celebrating birth.

And maybe it is ...

The sun plays along,
dipping every leaf
in its golden light
gifting it with
its own sacred moment
of transfiguration.

And I am part of it ...

Autumn glances
from the humming tree
pierce my heart,
while the leaves whisper
“let go and weave
your mourning heart beats
into the choreography
of our graceful leaving”.

And breathing in rhythm
to nature’s tune of wisdom
I let go and surrender

sharing the spirit of perfect harmony
permeating all the seasons of life ...
and reaching deep into eternity



Love,
Margherita

Thank you yoko for bringing back this very beautiful autumn poem.

Thank you girls for bringing back this beauty.

Autumn glances


Dressed in sunset hues
every single leaf dances
to the westerly wind blues,
not remotely shaken
by the deadly implications
of this warm requiem,
performed with equal joy
and participation
as if it was all about
celebrating birth.

And maybe it is ...

The sun plays along,
dipping every leaf
in its golden light
gifting it with
its own sacred moment
of transfiguration.

And I am part of it ...

Autumn glances
from the humming tree
pierce my heart,
while the leaves whisper
“let go and weave
your mourning heart beats
into the choreography
of our graceful leaving”.

And breathing in rhythm
to nature’s tune of wisdom
I let go and surrender

sharing the spirit of perfect harmony
permeating all the seasons of life ...
and reaching deep into eternity



Love,
Margherita

So much beauty in these Autumn Glances.

Thank you again for this beautiful poem. may you enjoy the beauty wherever you are.

This adds so much beauty to autumn.

Remembering Margherita and her beautiful words.

Autumn glances


Dressed in sunset hues
every single leaf dances
to the westerly wind blues,
not remotely shaken
by the deadly implications
of this warm requiem,
performed with equal joy
and participation
as if it was all about
celebrating birth.

And maybe it is ...

The sun plays along,
dipping every leaf
in its golden light
gifting it with
its own sacred moment
of transfiguration.

And I am part of it ...

Autumn glances
from the humming tree
pierce my heart,
while the leaves whisper
“let go and weave
your mourning heart beats
into the choreography
of our graceful leaving”.

And breathing in rhythm
to nature’s tune of wisdom
I let go and surrender

sharing the spirit of perfect harmony
permeating all the seasons of life ...
and reaching deep into eternity



Love,
Margherita

Thank you yoko for bringing back this lovely poem.

Such beautiful words.

Autumn glances


Dressed in sunset hues
every single leaf dances
to the westerly wind blues,
not remotely shaken
by the deadly implications
of this warm requiem,
performed with equal joy
and participation
as if it was all about
celebrating birth.

And maybe it is ...

The sun plays along,
dipping every leaf
in its golden light
gifting it with
its own sacred moment
of transfiguration.

And I am part of it ...

Autumn glances
from the humming tree
pierce my heart,
while the leaves whisper
“let go and weave
your mourning heart beats
into the choreography
of our graceful leaving”.

And breathing in rhythm
to nature’s tune of wisdom
I let go and surrender

sharing the spirit of perfect harmony
permeating all the seasons of life ...
and reaching deep into eternity



Love,
Margherita

Autumn is here and it is nice to read departed Margherita's beautiful words to embrace the season.

Autumn is here again and I am enjoying these beautiful words.