Autumn Reflections

Crimson leaves dance on gentle winds,
Whispering secrets of seasons past.
The earth exhales in amber and gold,
A final flourish before winter's fast.

I walk paths carpeted in fallen glory,
Each step a soft crunch of nature's confetti.
The trees stand tall, gradually undressing,
Revealing the essence of their being, steady.

There is wisdom in this letting go,
This beautiful surrender to time's flow.
To release what no longer serves,
Making space for growth when spring winds blow.

So I gather autumn's lessons close,
Learning to embrace the art of release,
Finding beauty in transition,
And in change, discovering peace.