Crimson red
Burnt orange
Hues of brown
Mustard yellow
Shades without names
October leaves
Tumbling from the branches
Of majestic trees
Falling to the ground
Like forgotten memories
Trampled underfoot
Unseen by most
But not all
Still a few leaves remain
Clinging stubbornly
To the branches
Refusing to let go
The tree stands tall
Uncloaked
Glorious
As the
Pale sunlight
Filters through the branches
Exposing the beauty
The strength
The fragility
Of the bare tree
Its spindly branches
So strong
So thin
Hidden for so long
Now visible
For those who
Want to see
I love the thought here about letting go. Even though October has passed, I think the messages carry throughout the year. The trees are excellent teachers of this concept. In the spring, what they let go, is now replaced by something more beautiful.
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I think so too. Letting go of thoughts that hold no value and only hold us back is so liberating, cleansing and healthy 💜
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