You’re still standing there
while the warm approach of this present season is
starting to fade.

You’re strong handling
these constant changes that continue battering you.

Color changes
in hues of red, yellow, and brown.
So do people around you.
Leaves starting to fall off trees
with the trace of nostalgic memories.
And realizing that no matter how strong we hold–
just like the branch of the trees
our fingers lose our grip.
As we  begin to hope
We might learn
To appreciate the beauty of letting go.