Urge me to drop every leaf I don't need
Every task or habit I repeat past its season
Every sorrow I rehearse
Each unfulfilled hope I recall
Every person or possesion to which I cling ~
Until my branches are bare
Until I hold fast to nothing.
Tutor me through straining night winds
In the passion of moan and pant,
The gift of letting go at the moment of most abundance
In the way of falling apples, figs, maple leaves, pecans.
Show me the way of dying in glorious boldness ~
Yellow, gold, orange, rust, red, burgandy.
Monza Noff
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