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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

Copyright © Patricia Henriques | Year Posted 2007

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