though my weary,
tries to consume me-
I let what empowers me,
come to bring lightness-
to my movement,
I do not lay down,
upon my broken path-
as it mends and blends,
with the earth leaves-
that carpet the layers,
of my treading-
they fall and fold,
into crimson and orange-
kissing yellow to brown,
I reach into the winds-
that carry them,
letting my thoughts-
rise with them,
from my tired sky inside-
I come pressing foot,
onto the continuing-
journey of me,
movement comes to awaken me-
from my hesitation.
Author Maureen Kwiat Meshenberg ©
