The Last Dance

dsc_0046As I walk through the woods, a forest I have hiked many times, I become aware of the trees. The canopy, which was once an opulent green has changed. It is as if they have exchanged their work clothes for party dresses, tripping the light fantastic with vibrant reds and oranges. I look around. The whole forest is celebrating! Squirrels and chipmunks scurry around collecting walnuts and acorns: fungi push their fruiting bodies up through the soil like little drink umbrellas; jays and crows call out the next song to the eager crowd. Soon, the time comes for the lights to dim and the trees will cast aside even these clothes and stand naked, their tall limbs reaching up to embrace the autumn sky. The mood shifts as they sway under the full moon, rejoicing in their freedom. Their work is done, the celebration complete. It is time to sleep.

naked-treesI look upon them with awe, like a lover who sees her beloved for the first time.


dsc_0079-2Rest now, my love. I will stand watch as you sleep until the wheel turns toward the sun, awakening you once again with a kiss…


About acdissek

I am a soul traveling sister who is about to embark on a pilgrimage of discovery, whose destination and purpose is yet a mystery. Along the way I hope to meet other pilgrims, sharing stories and wisdom of the heart.
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1 Response to The Last Dance

  1. lissalayer says:

    Oh! Smiling and delighted! Thank you!


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