Seasons

 I stood today in the chaos of my 9-5 prison cell

and paused

The cold air pressed against my cheeks 

I could feel them turning red like leaves

Pressing against the inevitable - change

A gust of wind, seemingly reserved just for me

Sent leaves swirling off the trees

Spiraling, swinging in swaths

Dancing through the dawn

Coming to rest at the feet of the tree

That once held them so tenderly

I closed my eyes and took a swelling breath

I can see the orange hue of sun through my eyelids

Warm and inviting me to open my eyes and see

To lean into the changing of the seasons

To know that I too am changing 

And reflecting on the phase that came before this

When I was fearfully waiting inside of my chrysalis

Shaking at the thought of flight

In this ever-present circle of life

How beautiful it is to behold

When your truly at the center of it all

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