~Becoming
~
Autumn reminds me
Of what it is
To become.
The brilliant blaze
Of shedding what
We are...
Each drifting leaf
Another fallen star.
The sighs of
Our reluctance
Are the wind
Behind
Each discarded
Trait.
But change is
Inevitable,
For growth is
Our fate.A deep, sweet
Feeling of loss
Approaches on the
Echo of a whippoorwill.
All the color and beauty
Now lying on the ground...
Gaia's quilt,
And flags on my window sill.
The interval
Or dormancy to come
Like winter,
Leaves us
Exposed
And incomplete.
But possibilities
Are budding on
Our quiet street.It seems we
And the trees
Are always becoming.
Silent as frost forming,
The gentle changes
Shift us from
Season to season.With breezy splendor,
Autumn teaches us
The bittersweet beauty
Of change.
We journey onward
From our mother
To grave.
Each leaf of transition
A memory
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