Leaves
Leaves let go gracefully
When the season comes to an end
Papering the ground, a carpet of colours
crisp at first and then subdued and soggy
Squished to the ground by clumsy feet
Stomping, squelching, trying to stop slipping.
Such is the switch of seasons
And the flipside of life
What starts out bright and full of promise
Can swiftly turn to sadness,
squelched to the ground by clumsy feet.
To let go gracefully isn’t easy; why can’t I learn that from the leaves?
But I guess slipping into sadness, yet somehow struggling back up to see the next season
Is in itself a sign of strength.
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