Autumn

Autumn

Gradually

she celebrates the secret of letting go

First she gives away her green,

now her orange, 

her yellow, 

and then her red,

until the fire fades

at the last, to lose her dying embers.

All, all is given away, to her very last leaf

There she stands, empty and silent,

disrobed.

Leaning naked against the Autumn air

she begins her watch of trust.

Painting Autumn by David Bergen