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Has left her cusp
upon the morning-nighted dew
She weeps a faint tear
or two And leaves her glass slipper,
like a shoe bereft
forlorn, it’s fathoms unadorned
by morn, or night, or you.
She leaves
Fairy breath upon the breeze
gently fading as she sees the dawn
of Libra
beam upon the morn.
Night-gone flight-
light as a whisper
she leaves
Amongst the first of these,
 fall’s offerings,
and leaves upon the trees
her mark
A softness stolen in the dark,
pure vir-gold she.
And stark upon
our memory
replays the sunshine of her days
all glistened in the fading rays
of summer’s ending days.
She laughs
and kisses us
and plays.
Her farewell echoes
on our graves
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Libra
“Libera Me”
The portal speaks
On the break of day
Clouds of doubt and fear
are cast away
into burning blazing blue
the sparkling chilling of the air
presents autumn’s fairest dare
to move beyond the present
Libra me
into fall to see
the possibilities
The possibility of peace,
the possibility of
agreement, acceptance
with each
The possibility of enough
abundantly –
The possibility of harmony
the healing of earth’s wounds
with these, crisp, clear
autumnal visions.
In it’s clarity let us review,
look back and forward
to gain a new,
fresh-washed with dew,
Perspective