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.