Loss that leads to change

Autumn.​

Fall. ​

The cooling.​

Is it the beginning, or the end?​

Is it middle?​

It's what has been, it's what could be.​

It's the sustenance that holds being over to the next stage--whatever that may be.​

Sometimes I feel like Autumn, colorful and bland all at the same time, muted, but vibrant, alive, but dying, awake, but becoming sleepy. Hanging on clinging --yet letting go, blowing away like the pretty leaves.​

Right now I feel like Autumn, but I want to feel like Spring, and know that one Autumn is behind me, that way I can grow.​

I want to take my Autumn, put it somewhwere special and learn from what it has shown me. In order to get to Spring, I've got to get through Winter. Hopefully not to bleak and cold. ​

My life will go through seasons, and I will feel like Autumn again. ​

This I know.​

 

Sounds nice. Should have been a Hai-Ku.

 

it's just what I feel, wow, thank you. it doesn't need to be made into anything. it's beautiful.