A Time to Leave

I watched the Fall Red Maple leaves

Applauding their friends

Falling to the earth

A hanging ovation by those not yet brave enough

To let go

 

From new bud, to fullness of green, to hidden red,

A life well lived

Knowing the time to leave

Is not the end

But a journey

Perhaps each tree is cheering

Leaves leaping

Colors sparkling in the sunlight, fluttering down

Life is good

 

If you watch,

You can see the sun paint a mountain

Changing the color with a cloud

Red, purple, yellow, grey

 

Winter is peeking over the hill