As the leaves fall indicating the seasons change
I reflect on my life's change.
And like these leaves dying,
a few of my relationships are dying
my old ways are dying
previous values are dying
what I thought I wanted is dying
I mourn these losses, though I understand it's vitality to my growth.
These leaves are dying because it's necessary
and even though the tree will be barren for a small while
it will grow new, wiser then it's old.
I trust that is what's happening to me.
-J.C.