Now is the season of letting go,
of releasing unto time’s stream
all that is lifeless and brittle,
all that no longer serves.
Loose the stained leaves from your story,
the pages of blaming and grudges,
the images of sorrow and regret.
They are but dreams, you know.
Let them go. It’s as easy as waking.
Let them ride the winds like phantoms
into yesterday and fade into her depths.
Fresh tomorrows wait to fill their spaces.
The globe will soon tilt toward the light,
and possibilities will shimmer around us
like snowflakes on a winter morning.