Art and Poetry by Carmen H Gray
Autumn
The clouds opened up in October
Fay beings in my garden
All of the old souls summoned from the cold, misty northlands
Landing hither and thither
On that one flower that overshadows me
It grew from seed, you never know what will happen
When you send seeds forth
Into their future states of being
One might become
The one that surpasses you
To stand in that hushed intermission
Of fluttering souls
All Soul’s ShadowSelves
On a steady path south
To a mountain where I have lingered in this lifetime
Monarca Rising 