coming through my window,
watching the slow trickle of leaves
starting to turn red.
The first reminder of what is coming.
The blazing glory.
The earth surrendering it's Self.
Believing in resurrection
It's never easy to believe such things
until you have seen enough Falls
to believe there is more than Life and Death.
That there is something that lies,
behind the cycle that guides our world;
some force that pushes and surges and bursts thresholds to creation.
Knowing that these leaves
and this warmth will return
allows me to lean into the beauty of life in loss.
It allows me to let my Self go
and look toward resurrection and reincarnation.
Knowing that beneath my Self
there is a force of life which will create