
so hard to let go
the glory of these last days
to make room for new

so hard to let go
the glory of these last days
to make room for new

leaves floating in air
suspended in autumn wind
or the spider’s web

calmness this morning
fallen leaves along the path
tells another tale

coming to the top
the backwaters of the mind
fallen memories

with a little help
dead leaves taking flight again
oddly comforting