Every so often,
The elements of nature rally together their forces
With all their might they conspire to create
The perfect most beautiful autumn storm
Wherein under the warm glow of streetlights at dusk
With a little help of an evening shower
And the sway of something in between a breeze and a wind
Those orange, yellow and red leaves
Begin to ever so slowly and hesitantly
let go of their tightly held grasps and grips
Surrendering, to that final journey of free falling
They swirl, twirl and twist their way down to the ground
As though in a trance,
Dancing to an enchanting song
In some kind of sublime magical atmosphere
Transporting them from this lifetime to the other.
So it goes, the circles and seasons of life
One day with a heartbeat and a rhythm
Another day part of the very soil
atop which their foundations continue
To stand mighty and strong
The new leaves that will come alive in spring
Will forever hold the dna of their ancestors
That fell last fall and the fall before
When you think of it this way,
On one such beautiful autumn day
Grief melts and makes way
For something more fluid
Flowing with ease, meandering
Circling us back and forth
to beginnings and endings
In warm forever sort of ways.
Death of a dear one, a dear idea or dear part of us
we lived with for a short or long while
Finally begins to leave it’s weight so we may once again have hearts that are light as feathers.
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