Shedding Leaves


As autumn broaches
I shake off gossamer
Clinging on
From the younger year
The younger self

Gone are expectations of spring
Gone the heat of summer

As fall descents
Trees let go of foliage
I exfoliate, too
My mind
My self

The process still colourful
Bareness yet to come


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