October is nearly gone.
The leaves, colors, scents all are whisked away by winds portending the coming of Winter.
With the passing of this month goes a heightened awareness of Domestic Violence.
Today’s post is one last reflection, one that speaks to the hope of healing. It elicits an earlier time of year that seems as though it was just knocking at our doors. Imagine that as you read on:
What does it mean to heal?
Lilac aromas and dawn tinged paths
Songbirds soliciting the new day
All are stopped, overcome by
The fresh cut scent of grasses
Distinctive and swiftly dissipated
This keen and sharp aromatic elixir
The blade as sharp as death yet
Without that cut the lawns are wild, mischievous, unkempt
The blade makes new, clean, neat
And elicits fresh growth, coaxing it so tenderly
After the violence of the mower sword.
What is it to heal?
Is it new mown grasses
Or lingering lilacs?
Fresh scented dawns or songbird sunsets?
My heart relies on all of them
To bloom again,
and for my soul song of healing
Nancie Chmielewski 5/26/15 updated 10/26/15