@theladyalchemist: The pane stands clear between two shifting worlds, where autumn’s damp and heavy breath is cast, A sacred veil of mist and rain unfurls, To hold the present and release the past. Outside, the ancient forest strips its boughs, In silent, graceful yielding to the cold, While here within, the quiet mind allows. The deeper truths of winter to unfold. A single leaf, a burning hand of gold, Is pressed against the weeping, transparent glass, A testament to stories left untold, And all the fleeting beauty that must pass. It does not cling to branches in despair, Nor fear the wind that carries it away; It rests upon the sudden, freezing air, and teaches us the art of letting gray. Beneath its shape, a solitary flame Consumes itself to offer up its light, It does not ask the shadows for a name, Nor try to conquer the encroaching night. It simply burns, a beacon soft and still, A spark of the divine within the clay, An anchor for the wandering human will that turns the gathering darkness into day. The rain drops gather, heavy on the pane, like tears of grace that cleanse the tired earth, reminding us that loss is never vain, but always paves a path toward rebirth. For in this quiet hush where seasons meet, the soul remembers how to just abide, to find the sacred in a small retreat, with storms without, and holy peace inside. CB@2026.

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Sunday 25 October 2026 20:22:41 GMT