Autumn

When the wind makes the leaves dance

As they fall their last chance to shine

Flying, floating, swirling past the branches descending

Their last journey seemingly never-ending

On the way down a graceful flutter

Heading slowly for the ground

A reminder letting go is beautiful and not sorrowful

The tree doesn’t weep for the leaves it has shed

Instead it stands bare for a while, respectful and ready

For the time will come to grow again.

Amy Kelly

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