Fall: The Season of Letting Go

I watch the leaf as it floats to the ground
I watch it spin, watch it twirl; it dances around
It lands in a puddle surrounded by stones
The breeze pushes it forward, away from its home
It floats on reflections, floats on the sky
It's gone from its branches, never questioning why
It doesn't fight its descent from its long-term abode
Because fall is the season when we must let go.

If only, like leaves, we wouldn't fight change
If only things in our lives remained the same
If we could fall with grace from comfortable places
Trusting our hearts, not sad looks on our faces.

The leaf moved on quickly after it fell
The wind guided it to a place where, I could tell,
Many leaves had fallen to that very place
And they've grown to a pile of red shapes displaced
Surrounding their puddle, watching journeys end
No asking, no telling, no real or pretend

I feel like fall is the season that we can let go
And the leaves must feel that it is, also
They escape from the normal with ease and with grace
Moving on forward; not slow, not a race.

The leaf's life is ending but a beginning begins
Falling from trees; carried far by the wind
I feel like fall is the season to let go
Like the leaf, we musn't question; just know that we know.



It's not my favorite poem ever, but its basically just a jumble of my thoughts from today.