Waves roll onto shore,
murmur their good morning.
Brilliant orange rays light clouds
with bold Jack o’ lantern smile.
On this new moon of Heshvan,
aroma of Fall’s first fires
mingle with memories
of nourishing New Year.
Still moments of fragrant chill,
crunch of golden leaves
call us to inner landscape,
sanctuary of hidden dreams.
Aroused by perfume of promise,
we inhale the truth of ourselves
recognize the scent of our soul
trust this time of tender silence.
