Fallen Leaves - Weebly.com
Falling, November 2020
by Kathryn Santana Goldman
This morning the season’s air is
crisp and sweet after
the first November rain.
I am unexpectedly lulled
by a warm southern hemisphere sun
and the gentle rustling of leaves.
My maple tree is succumbing to a silent call.
Shedding her verdant headdress for
a radiant blanket of gold, rust, and burgundy.
She releases that which limits her.
This is her time of falling,
to repair, rest, restore.
I recline on her golden leaf bed
and shed the colors of
a familiar way of life.
This is a time of falling,
releasing the world as I knew it
to allow new growth.
We Welcome Comments