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Autumn Wild


tonight leaves blow down in wild



no drift and glide

just twirl and ride a

cruel wind

cuts to the bone

and back


deafened with white noise

trying to find center

where none exists

only this way or that

dead crunch of leaves

beneath booted feet

eagle dips

tips wings wide in flight

crow calls endless caws

searching for up

I find only

the thread of dreams


from tattered mitten top

cold seeps in

as I weave, madly,

finding warmth

I know is there

if only I can find it

hold it

breathe new life

into indifferent Autumn.



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Michelle on November 16, 2014 5:34 pm


Jazz on November 17, 2014 1:24 pm

Beautiful and stirring poem. Catches reader between the downward leaves and upward birds/hope/insight. Can hear boots crunching leaves. Thank you – this got to me in early morning — will carry it inside today. Peace (and warmth)

Aeesa Fagerström on January 2, 2015 5:00 pm

Asalam alaykum sister!

Very nice site you have here. Although I’m happy
to find your inspiring site and may Allah give it good barakah, I also wish to gain some more detail
knowledge about Yemen from someone who had a real experience living there as a none arab muslim. I’m thinking of going there myself for similar reasons in sha Allah. Please, if possible, contact me or maybe your husband can?
Fi amanullah!

Khadijah on February 2, 2015 3:40 am

Wa Aleikum Assalam wa Rahmatullah
BarakAllaahufeek. Insh’Allaah I will pass your email address on to my husband, and insh’Allaah he can answer your questions.