how you feel
Do you feel exposed,
as you let go of that which has nourished, fed
and clothed you through the seasons?
what if I lean into the changing seasons
and let go like you?
Will I notice the beauty in the changing,
the letting go and dying?
are you aware of your beauty
that delights my eyes
and arouses my senses:
this shedding of your leaves
the changing colors in your letting go,
bringing light and hope to my autumn soul.
do you feel barren or bereft
when your leaves have dropped?
Are you cold
as you embrace your nakedness?
Or do you hold the history of knowing,
remembering the prior seasons,
Oh to be like you
in the changing seasons of life,
the birthing, living, and letting go:
this is how my tree heart longs to live.