09/20/2023
I love the crispness of the cool air
that late September brings
It gets into my lungs,
Pointing out everything I need to let go of
Like the changing leaves, I am ready
What happens when you hold on too much?
Like a stalemate, the destroyer becomes you
Decay and mold, rotten and relenting
That is what holding on does
When you are meant to let Old fall away
I feel it in my bones — the crispness of death
Always harrowing a new beginning
I get to choose
I embrace. |||| a love note to the coming fall equinox & memories in the Georgia leaves 🍃🍂🍁