Beginning again

the late afternoon sun
skips across leaves overhead
a breeze whips through
as leaves rattle and cling
to their summer home

this is not the sound 
of newly green leaves
full of vibrant life 
ready for their summer 
of shade and sun 

this is the sound of
brittle dying leaves 
entering their last days
at home

do they know they’ll die?
do they know they’ll fall?

i think they do 

they know the secret

be your full self
in this moment
and let go when it’s time 

soon
it will be time 
to begin

again