I watched the trees
shed their leaves.
Sliently.
Bravely.
Gracefully
they just
let them go.

And I saw the sun
sink low,
and the sky
reached out
a golden pink
to caress
the empty trees.

I know
life
has come calling
once more
to take my leaves
away.

Forgive me,
beautiful sky,
if I’m not as brave
as the trees.
But here,
I open my hands
and welcome
winter.

Tell me
how the scent
of spring
is not
that far away.

– J. Lynn