The hawk calls, the breeze blows words of love, traveling with these words to land on you and me; collecting them as it goes, lifting, uplifting, caressing,  gifting the words to us as it passes: the trees dance these words in a love dance.

To travel this path requires courage, belief in hope and change.  Accepting the love's outpouring is a potent potion without explanation.

The wind blows in change, laughter, scent, hope, fertility for future dreams.  Currents of air moving through me and with me.

Thus the season of summer moves gently, almost imperceptibly to Autumn.