It is the end of summer,
and a season comes,
of learning to let go.
Of letting nature die,
slowly into the ground.
Leaves fall down,
and fungi clean nature,
of all its waste.
It is a time of harvest –
reaping what is good,
and storing it for the winter.
This season I must learn,
to accept the things,
I cannot control.
To allow myself,
to be ignorant of all,
that is still to come.
And understand,
that after the autumn,
and then the winter,
spring will come,
to bring a season of life,
once again.