A single leaf becomes a note
Addressed to those who stayed afloat;
Its cursive edges drift and land
On things we never understand
It writes of time that will not wait
Of gentle loss that shapes our fate;
The page is earth the ink is breeze
The seal is silence through the trees
I read it once then read again
Between the lines of loss and gain;
The message clear uncomplicated:
Endings are gateways understated
I sign my name with open palm
Let gratitude become my psalm;
What falls away reveals the core
And clears a path I looked for