Consent to Fall
A poem on accepting change
Lazy light, the color of an apricot, rests into the hollows of the trees then reaches across their trunks to lay focus on their ropey knots of bark splintering off as they stretch and twist to prepare for sleep It filters through their branches past their capering leaves like a candle’s flickering glow refracted by a crystal chandelier Projected champagne shapes dance upon the rusty earth to celebrate the day’s end
After light and shadows grow sharp right before the fade, stillness, except for something that glitters falling slowly through the haze — a single leaf among the many green, turned, and is golden on its way down to the soil before lilting upwards like a song whispered out of reverence for what’s passed Suspended for a moment on the lift of a breath, it does not second guess letting go
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