Jeanne Fiedler


Letting Go


I am right now
in October
a season of
warm colors and
cold temperatures
where the cycle
of renewal
and change
comes to us...

The animals
are all foraging
and preparing
for their winter
rituals of life...

We humans
too prepare
for changes
and growth
bringing with
us the great
things that
maintain us:
love, compassion,
truth, justice,
and purity...

What would I
let go of...
would be
my abstrations,
they are dull
and cliched
and serve no
purpose to
me anymore...

I will leave
my anxiety and
fear and prepare
myself for
appreciation of
life: positivity
and good
intentions.
love
flowing in streams
in the cycle of
life,
where I would
be found in
the returning
year.

Submitted: Saturday, October 01, 2011
Edited: Sunday, October 02, 2011

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