I love the colors of Fall. Someone said to me once he didn’t because everything was dying. I don’t think so and wrote a poem about it.


Letting Go

The trees are not dying.
They are just beautiful
as they let things go.
A mix of red, orange,
yellow and evergreen
on a palette of blue sky
and white clouds.
The year’s work,
those they hold close
float away.
It is time for them to move on,
fertilize the ground,
make the world richer.
Get quiet, be still, withdraw,
Let the cold winds come
and stand up to them.
Be pruned without falling.
Let worry go.
Be still and beautiful.
Welcome the lovely,
dark angular shapes
fully seen against the
white of the winter sky.