To Simply Leave

While enjoying coffee and conversation early this morning at our favorite hang, Monte and I were treated to a cascade of falling leaves reflecting the emerging sunshine inside The Oval at Colorado State University.  It was a cold morning and the falling leaves had the appearance of golden snowfall.    

Gold in the Air

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Falling leaves whisper soft goodbyes,

golden sighs in a cooling sky.

They drift like thoughts unanchored, free,

released from branch, from memory.

Each turn and tumble marks the end,

yet circles back, begins again.

The ground receives what trees let go,

a quiet trade the seasons know. 

~

Interpretation (ai):  The poem reflects tranquil acceptance of impermanence — that to fall, to rest, and to renew are all parts of the same graceful cycle.