a dream floats in the air, like an early Autumn leaf
suspended between fears and desires-
how much would be missed, if you let it go
if it falls, crumpled and unfulfilled-
catch the dream while it's still golden-
hold it tight in your heart, go after it
for a dream is fleeting, it's up to you
to make it come true
Dear friends, this poem was inspired by a little floating leaf I saw in my backyard this weekend. It was hanging on so beautifully and hopefully like a dream in the making.
It's amazing how, in early September, the leaves are already turning a golden yellow. I look forward to watching them turn into more vibrant colors as we get deeper into Autumn.
Happy Weekend! xx
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