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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