Transformation

Past year’s beauty litters the forest floor. Feeding future growth by decaying the past. Glorious leaves ferment in Fall's horror. Sweet poignant smells penetrate from the mast. Tickling tips sleep gently in the cool breeze. Dark rough trunks make way to clouded blue sky. Forgetting prior burdens on first freeze. At the expense of what may live and die. Still within time death towards us all race. In the next breath the decision is made. We must choose which means of change to embrace. Deepen our essence or let the self fade. Nature's beauty seen in seasonal shift. Transformation at work, not, change adrift.