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The leaves are singing their last song, whisper soft. Then,
softly
gracefully,
beautifully,
they fall to the ground, dead.
They rustle and I'm restless, wandering and trying to follow suit. How do I dance slowly? How do I fall down gracefully? I try to practice letting go. I try to die beautifully.
I'm listening a lot lately. I hear a lot of whispers, and I feel like something important is coming, but perhaps it's only the Winter. All I know is, things change.
I'm not sure what to tell you. I'm dancing in the wind, riding the current down, excited to touch the ground.
In the meantime, airborne, I'll swirl and surrender. It's time for change.
So I couldn't figure out Mr. Linky. Whatev. I'm not a professional! Just add your post link in the comment section and I'll pop over to read whatever you send me. That is, I'll read it once I can see again. Tomorrow I'm having lasik eye surgery. There will be lasers. There will be tracking devices, and funky goggles. In the end? I'll be an Ostrich Girl with no Glasses.
