like a slender leaf
that clings to a branch in the autumn wind -
swaying, swaying -
so too, I cling
to feelings that only come this time of year.
time can stand still - if you let it
but it takes that "letting go"
and embracing the fall -
swaying, swaying, tumbling -
into the sacred, leafy, mossy earth-bed
that autumn has so carefully prepared.
Poem and painting, © Anitra Redlefsen, 2005