Voices on the Wind Voices on Relaxation
Autumn Colors and What They Portend by Larry Turner I leave center stage, take off my costume. My reds, oranges, yellows kept all eyes on me. Let folks watch someone else for a while. The juices flowing through my veins have kept me at a high. Now they slow. I need rest. Id love to stop waving and thrashing my arms about, just let them hang down. I need rest. I need nurture back in the land where my roots lie. There will be another season. I will turn the others green with envy. But not now. I need rest.