FALL
It's beautiful here -
cold, but clear,
crisp, like the leaves floating,
sun-browned,
to the ground at this time of year.
I watch their detached descent -
such sensuous nonchalance.
One day I shall learn
to let go
the way leaves fall -
it's autumn and I ought to,
but for now
I wear my coat against the cold
(the woman in my mirror grows older)
and I marvel at the leaves,
how they manage to move on
with such indifference,
no smoldering passion
or wasted grief.
Unlike me,
they've mastered the art of parting
and when it's time to go,
they leave.
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