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Prayer Flags

 Prayers of gold, red, and orange

wave wildly in the autumn breeze

waiting for their release

their chance to fly.

Only a few remain to catch the solar rays –

light revealing their beauty for all to see.

Who knows what message they will bring

when at last they let go and fly home.

Mother will catch them

and hold their prayers closely to her breast

until they become part of her

dark and fertile body.

Then one day when winter snows are melting

you might hear the prayers whispered

as you walk by the resting place of

these last leaves of autumn.

Linda Heron Wind

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