Fall is the time of year when you begin to gather and go within. In nature we witness the bluer sky as we transition into this new season.
I offer these two poems in honor of the changing of the seasons:
I thank you God for this most amazing day, for the leaping greenly spirits of trees and for the blue dream of sky and for everything which is natural, which is infinite, which is yes
~e.e. cummings
The Blanket Around Her
~Joy Harjo of the Creek People~
Maybe it is her birth
which she holds so close to herself
or her death
which is just as inseperable
and the white wind
that encircles her as a part
Just as the blue sky hanging in turquoise from her neck
Oh Woman
remember who you are,
woman
It is the whole earth