An Autumn Season

I like deciduous trees at Autumn.

Changing colours,

Letting go,

Preparing to be bare again,

Stripping back.

The past season is still visible,

But it is changing.

And we can’t hold on to it,

For the wind snatches it from our structures.

It is both beautiful and messy.

Outward barrenness will follow,

The resting season is ahead.


Then we will strengthen ourselves for new growth,

That will emerge in its own season.

But we’re not there yet.

First we have to relinquish our former work.

Recognise that its purpose has been achieved.

Allow it to be pruned from us.

For we can’t move forward until we let go,

Can’t experience new life until we die to our old one.

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