If only we could stay in balance here
Teetering on this wind
Waving up from hot sandy beaches
To the copper leafed hills
Rest me here in the coming of autumn
As the acorns grow green
Strung from the open armed oaks
Like verdant dew drops
Promising new life
At a time when all else dies back to slumber
I am dying back, too
The leaves of my summers ready to rejoin the earth
Crumble and decay in gratitude
Returning the life
That is promised to return anew
This seed takes root in my heart
Let it all go
Life returns when it’s ready
