Autumn (Enchantress Song)

My hands are free
to dance
to reach upwards
at last
to fill my arms with sweet fruit.


I wear purple robes
I have dry leaves caught in my silvering hair.


I am unafraid of my own completeness.


I am truly ready to leave tomorrow
if I need to.


I claim this space around me
I claim the stories within me
I claim every second that remains to me.


— JMF 2017

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