when leaves fall,
i’ll dance with the wind,
as it blows the unspoken.
It swipes the inner piercing sword,
that’s stubborn, like a firm leaf.
when leaves fall,
i will tune to its sound,
mimic its rhythm.
As i let my stones fall,
they will obey the call.
the call of exposure,
the hidden beauty of dying with grace,
like disco rays of red, yellow, green,
being crushed,
then taught me the wind moves.
we will dance,
as i learn the wind’s language,
let myself get blown,
consuming the positivity,
as i learn to shed my leaves.