Summer Blossoms In The Fall – Photo by Toni Roberts
what season is it!?
even the garden seems confused
Magnificent Weeping Willows – Photo by Toni Roberts
the trees are hesitant about changing from summer green to autumn yellow
Trees Early Fall – Photo by Toni Roberts
my secret, quiet spot
Secluded Hideaway – Photo by Toni Roberts
just the faintest hint of the changing season
Photo by Toni Roberts
spent within...
at-one
with
You
Photo by Toni Roberts
Photo by Toni Roberts
Photo by Toni Roberts
Photo by Toni Roberts
Photo by Toni Roberts
Join me. Come out as a Daughter of Gaia!
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Photo by Toni Roberts
begins with today’s first step into the unknown
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Photo by Toni Roberts; Washington Square Park Fountain; NYC
 Summer…
As I move as carefully and gracefully as I can
Through the seasons of my life
I am finding that summer is for indulging my passions
It’s the season for setting free
Inclinations and inhibitions
Hidden below the icy snows of winter
Photo by Toni Roberts; Washington Square Park Fountain; NYC
Summer…
My season for taking chances
For daring to follow the bold and bodacious beat
Of my carefree heart
Photo by Toni Roberts; Long Island Sound, NYC
Summer…
My season of freedom from the wears and tears of seasons past
My season of breathing in…and letting go
The season in which I dare
To throw caution to the wind
And fly off to the Heavens
In pursuit of my wild and wanton soul
On its return to
Paradise
Photo by Toni Roberts; Central Park, NYC
Summer…
My season for fun!
autumn river
red yellow green gold orange rust
bright glorious muted
shades of Autumn
reflections of my inner state
harvest…birth
of the last of the magic
of springtime seeds
deeply planted
in rich inner soil
tilled by hands of
love devotion patience obedience
autumn river two
cornucopia of golden riches
fruit of hard labor joyous pain
painful joy…
born of the bittersweet chaos of
lusty summer abundance
autumn river three
autumn river four
even as my heart embraces
the joy of late fall harvest
it begins its journey of death…
departure to the underworld…
season of trees laid bare
heavily laden with
snow that covers a
cold and barren land…
my time of stillness
of listening in the dark silence
of the Deep
to Her Whispered Plans
of coming spring
with summer riding on
its wings…
rebirth…
thus the cycle continues
in a never-ending
spiral
of
joy
pain
death
rebirth…
the bittersweet exquisiteness
of this experience called
human life on planet earth
