Falling

A warm day in Boulder, and light snow at Brainard Lake

The gold coin leaves of Aspen are so thrilling
floating along in the water, magic little jewels

2:45pm

All is quiet
the letting go has begun
the leaves, they fall one by one

They are dying,
the wind rips away one last sweet breath
They give in, letting go
Time for closing, settling

And so I let go too -
I consent to the darkness.
I will go inside,
where all is quiet,
Until light returns again.