Marrying Fall (again)

My devotion to Fall

Is like marrying death

Commitment to letting

What I love go

A practice in releasing

What still serves

Holding up what is vibrant&true

And then saying goodbye

To allow her freedom to evolve

In a continuous surrender

To my desires and intentions

With non-attachment of outcome

Or seeing the short horizon of change

And being “all in” anyways

Marrying the lover who is terminal

With lavish celebration

And an exotic honeymoon

Knowing sometime in the afterglow

They will leave me in silence

My devotion to Fall

Is like marrying death

And after the funeral

While the ground is still

Freshly overturned

On the morning of the first frost

With the echos amber gold

Singing in my heart

Falling head-over-heels for Winter

Blessed be the Change.