I have learned to walk slowly,
move at the pace of nature
and swaying trees;
by doing so, I am free.
Autumn and winter blend
softly into a new season
and I sing a new song,
ever mindful of where I have been.
Outside, the bright sun tells me
I am totally alive,
and promises to linger
a little longer this day.
My healing has been slow, but complete,
and the sands of time have turned golden,
just as the glad reunions I know lie ahead.