Poem: Accompanied

We must change.

We must transform.

We must let go.

We must die.

We must face new seasons and walk into what we do not know, or at least understand at some point we’ll have to.

How terrified the human mind is of the unknown…

I think that’s why autumn brings so many of us peace.

Watching the leaves beautifully face our same fears with graceful admission– it gives us comfort; it whispers to our souls we aren’t alone.

a. b. martin

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