The Green Witch

October 25, 2019

It is both an end
And a beginning.
October’s cold air
Breaks to reveal
The movement of
Footsteps in leaves,
All reds and yellows
Tracing foothills to
The apple orchard.

Here are her roots,  
The liminal spaces are
Where she calls home.
Her choice made, she
Stands at a precipice
Between two chapters
Of her life. In a way,
It is very much like
Wading into a cold
River’s current:

We may never be
Able to control it,
Nor should we, but
If we listen to the
Words it speaks,
We may live a
Fuller life indeed.