upon the leaves-
of November,
finding her colors-
blend into earth-
she dances as she pleases,
without caring who
sees her,
she follows the steps-
and makes them her-
own.
twirling with the winds,
of change-
grateful for,
the song she sang,
just a melody-
to coax her steps,
moving to the shifts,
that haven’t happen-
yet,
but she is ready to dance-
to the season of her heart-
drum beating-
rhythm seeking,
ready to take part-
in the soul dance,
of her life.
Heart's Calling
By Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg ©
