Happy Monday! It is crisp and clear here in Northwest PA and most of us are about to watch the glorious dance of letting go.
The air is crisp, as the dance begins
The dance of letting go,
ebbing into color,
a glorious sunset in the trees.
Glory, turns to fade,
they cling to the familiar,
a twisting, a turning, a wrangling to stay.
The winds of change will win,
bringing bittersweet release.
The wild finale
floating
twirling
a falling to the earth
The place where death, becomes new life.
