Autumn leaves fall where they may.
May leaves come forth with no planning.
Planning gets in the way of our soul’s creation.
Creation was not meant to be right or wrong.
Wrong places, wrong plans are only in my thoughts.
Thoughts of goodness and beauty are true to my heart at this time.
Time is a moment to remind
me of the perfection when plans fall where they may.
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Fantastic poem Lisa. I am so glad that Edge Magazine published it!