The scent of woodsmoke and damp earth,
Has settled on a cool and crisp morning,
Whispering a promise of change.
We stand at the year’s crossroads,
With a harvest to fill our hearts for what’s to come
And gratitude, as we release the summer heat.
The amber light of sunset sings a fiery song,
While the owl hoots a tale of adventures within the wood,
Tucking the orange and red covers under our chin and
Preparing us for the quiet hush of sleep as winter descends.
And as we are invited to let go, just as the sun’s warmth lingers,
We are anointed with the blessings of healing,
And gently led by the hand into a peaceful transition,
From the bright, bustling energy of summer
Into an introspective stillness of thanksgiving.
This is my Journey,
— Nate Long “Owl”