Welcome the Fall

Mother Nature shows us the most majestic ways of death.

There’s no flood of tears to blur the beauty of the release…

Only a graceful letting go of dried up dreams in warmer colors.

There’s no painful screams to drown out the presence of the Fall…

Only whispers of wind to carry life scuffling along with new meaning.

She watches us too…in all our stubborn refusal of becoming.

Are we as frustrating as we feel, or does She share a similar awe?

Perhaps, in our Mother’s eyes, we are goldening in a fiery display...

Giving birth to new life in the midst of our own dying Autumn.

We stand our ground in the cold that consumes us, warming what waits within.

We are aging together, side by side, like old friends.

She in her glory and we in our agony, reflections of each other.

We learn from each other our own catharsis, our own liberation,

And we let the old self go--in our own understanding of change…

Turning in season, we honor the harvest and welcome the Fall.