‘Tis the season for dying leaves
swirls of orange, red and yellow
places that need to float away
or stick to sidewalks in slippery bunches
‘Tis the season for honoring the dying
what inside of us is no longer
Held for moments in a cocoon of frost
crumbling below our conscious lives
‘Tis the season for embracing the being
shedding the shoulds and social mantras
meandering home to our soul’s belonging
Listen with intention
to this — our now
as it passes through each gifted season
Fall in love
with you — this moment
holding all & nothing as we melt away