Poetry in Autumn

Her names are Strength, Fortress, Shield, Tower of Protection, Noble woman. She is an indigo child, twice exceptional with the strength of an 8th bull. She is an inspiration, joy, encouragement and motivator. She draws her strength and wisdom from within the deep wells of her heart. She's the spirit of fire, she burns the wood and the dust and leaves the gold to shine. She is the spirit of authenticity. She is the light on a hill, a smile that can heal. She is a power house and a presence that all can feel. Her laughter is like a roar and so is her strength. She is a mystery and yet her books remain open for all to see. Her names are Strength, Fortress, Shield, Tower of Protection, Noble woman. She is an indigo child, twice exceptional with the strength of an 8th bull. Phemelo Motona

The older I get, the more I realize, that deep within my heart of hearts, a child plays, sings, dances, laughs, cries and fuses. Deep within me is a longing, To greet good morning my inner-child in a warm embrace.Say hello in a reassuring way. It's a brand new day, there's no need to fear I'm here for you today. My child loves to run around and shout about, She loves to hug and kiss. She's curious and quite cute. The older I get, the more I realize, That deep within us all is a daily longing to connect to that child-like purity, The lightness of energy, the freedom from life's loads, The optimism to wipe your tears and turn on a smile all in one go. Where it all goes no one knows. I suppose it all fades as we all grow old. I suppose it's when we begin to think we've now become bold, Not realizing we may have also become cold, To attain the world our very souls we may have sold. Now we don't understand the c

Born of fire, Splinters, wood stock on an autumn full moon. Blow wind blow, blow away yesterday's leaves Bring forth along with gushing wind A fresh new revelation a fresh new dream. The setting sun is filled with promise, As the end of the day draws near. Burning fire wood, I'm savoring the sweet smell of smoke The days of darkness have gone past and a new light approaches Peace and stillness approaches. As the autumn full moon Gives birth to new vision, new passion, new zeal for life, Blow wind blow, blow away yesterday's leaves. There deep within their caves and cages, captive men look for a new day the day of fire, wood stocks and splinters. A beautiful road lies ahead, New hope, show us new ropes. A queen is born today, new things have come my way She's a gift and a blessing, a revolutionary She springs forth from the fire. Burn fire burn Phemelo Motona