Let Me Tell You About Leaves

The leaves are singing their last song, whisper soft. Then,softlygracefully,beautifully,they fall to the ground, dead.They rustle and I'm restless, wandering and trying to follow suit. How do I dance slowly? How do I fall down gracefully? I try to practice letting go. I try to die beautifully.I'm listening a lot lately. I hear a lot … Continue reading Let Me Tell You About Leaves