Poems From The Porch
photo by Klim Musalimov on Unsplash.com
The trees are starting to shed their leaves
in preparation for a renewal of purpose.
It is a necessary time—
this period of dormancy.
There are things happening underneath the surface that can’t be seen,
a percolation and preparation,
no less active than the blooming effulgence of springtime.
I am shedding my leaves, too,
letting go of the false beliefs that are not serving me.
I wish that I were aware of more of these drivers
so that I could release one by one,
drop all that is coloring my perspective
and making me suffer;
I can only shed the leaves that are showing,
those of which I am currently conscious.
So I let go of this one today,
the one that says,
“A good (person, wife, daughter, mother—fill in the blank)
does (this, whatever it is).”
I see the leaf falling to the ground,
and joining the soil to produce the fertilizer
that will inform my time of dormancy
and fuel my new growth in the Spring.