"Autism & Memoirs of an Old Maid"…C'hele's Story

October 24, 2014

Poetry

Filed under: Uncategorized — C'hele @ 07:08

Within these nobel mountains

I observe whisps of clouds swirling by like a ballet dancer would.

Birds continue to sing in the Autumn

And leaves flow within the air showing the clouds who is the better dancer

While Stellar Jays sing fearlessly as they let the clouds shroud them within the mists.

Its quiet.

The only sound that can be heard is the autumn leaves gracing the ground,

And I am again reminded and humbled that I am a witness to this strong, graceful energy that surrounds me.

Within these high elevations I am spell-bound with the divine- no other spirits are needed.

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