Fall

I lay down in my garden waiting for the sunset I was watching the gentle breeze touching the gentle leaves Summer was leaving and it was a cold sunset My thoughts were so far I remembered a poem I had read so beautiful and so wise about leaves falling down, and the necessary strength to fall (There is power in letting go) And it was fall Leaves were becoming brown soon they would be on the ground Nature -- see the picture: The cold sunset the summer that was leaving and the first leaf that suddenly had fallen It made no noise But in front of this vision My soul ran away scared I didn't look back I didn't say a word I knew there was power I was there -- lying down I myself had fallen! But I could feel what was to come The leaf on the ground decomposing feeding the land raising another tree The poet was right There is strengh and power in letting go But it doesn't mean it doesn't hurt I ran away I ran away alarmed I ran away from you, refused to nourish you, didn't accept to start it all over again not so soon I am not going to rot, love, I will be burned by the first sunbeam of tomorrow's morning We are the metaphor not nature, my dear I changed destiny this time I broke the circle and You will stay hungry I am sorry that you are going to pay for the mysteries of life while I lay down in my garden in this begining of fall. Patrícia Evans