October’s Written Letter
October’s first cold morning and I could actually feel the chill
Like the air touching my skin is saying, “hey I’m here”
The Sun’s had the upper hand for ten months straight
But lost its battle by the eleventh
Maples went all-in on red this year
Like they’re not scared to burn out fast
Now they’re dropping leaves everywhere-
Not sad, just tired of holding on
I love how they fall slow
Like they’re trying to find out if they’re capable of flying
On the way down
They hit the sidewalks
And just stay there, no fuss
I walk home, kicking through them
It makes me think that maybe it’s ok to lose stuff sometimes.
Trees do it every year and there fine
Bare, but fine
I thought that summer died
But it didn’t
It just left, and autumn didn’t cry about it
Learning that letting go doesn’t have to be loud
Been trying to grasp that
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Love:
“I walk home, kicking through them/It makes me think that maybe it’s ok to lose stuff sometimes./Trees do it every year and there fine/Bare, but fine”
“Learning that letting go doesn’t have to be loud”
The final line creates a subtle but there tension between the idea of letting go and “been trying to grasp that”
Been there so many times in the past. And truly thankful I’m finally learning “holding on” doesn’t have to be loud either.
Glad you came round this year.
Hope to read more in the days and years ahead.