The Patterns Repeat Themselves

That was then
This is now
But
The patterns repeat themselves
The patterns repeat themselves

Dark early suddenly cold and wet
gusty and starry and cloudy and calm
All of it brought to bare:
Glimmered in Spring, this expression's last gasp
brings a last march of fruits before the frost,
Summer's sugars brought to sun-kissed surfaces

Death is near
But not quite upon us

It is a season of visible change,
and abundance.

May gratitude walk with me
Emanate from me
Express itself through my being

October, Holy Month of the Beginning
of the deep dive into the Sacred Feminine:
Help me to embrace change
Help me to flow like water
and turn with the Wheel

Help me to soar

That was then
This is now
But
The patterns repeat themselves
The patterns repeat themselves

A’ho
With Deep Gratitude
Thank You Thank You Thank You

-dancinghawk