Emerald leaves, tall-standing trees
A stronghold of burly branches
At Mother Nature’s gentle whisper
Colourfully, a canopy transforms
and unveils
Burnt oranges, rich crimsons,
and butternut golds
Jewelled leaves radiate in
the September sun
Then in perfect harmony, Mother Nature sings again, this time with Old Man Winter
The two foreshadow
foliage’s imminent,
hue-darkened demise
Yet, those lovely leaves persevere
and perform,
obediently and graciously
Hence, one by one, they descend
and succumb
Perhaps, I too, need to heed
the loving ways of Mother Nature
To mirror the change of seasons within
my own wounded heart and mind
And then, gracefully, like the leaves
Embrace the time to glimmer
and the time to let go
@katlady_t
February 23, 2022
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