After the storm, the lawn dons a carpet of beech, rich shades of green and brown. Springs bright leaves, catching summers sun, sunlight to sugar, pure alchemy, now weathered and worn, make their final journey to earth. Launched on Autumn winds, falling, fluttering, finally free…

every leaf...

must leave

 short, sweet exhilaration found in flight….

fallen...

Now rests earthbound, returning to the soil nurturing the nurtured….

Leaving and leave-taking are never easy, but “to everything there is a season” Eccl 3:1

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