Herfstnachtevening

Looking back I see summer flowers

Recall their fragrances

The bright and sparkling colors

But seasons change

And so must I

I have no choice 

But to let go

Of what feels familiar and safe

Mother nature’s alchemy 

Allows all shades to shift

As I turn inward to find

What I need to step off the edge

Trusting I can fly

Gedicht, geschreven september 2020