beauty surrounds us (mabon)
how can there not be beauty
in letting go
when the most glorious time
in nature's cycles
is when the leaves turn the countryside
into a patchwork quilt
and slowly the leaves
slip to the ground
(self-sacrificing)
to blanket the earth with their warmth
in preparartion for the coming winter?
those leaves which do not willingly
fall
are torn away from what they had known
by the autumn winds
regardless, so why cause yourself more pain
by trying to refuse to accept the change
and the beauty?
you will be cast asunder in any case, so
revel in autumn's majesty.
Ashley Ravenwood, copyright 9/30/95
