things have fallen away
like the aging leaves on the Chinese Elm that senses fall.
she gently sheds her leaves
preparing herself for winter
after just one week of chill in the night .
Starting to strip herself of thethings

that have outlived their purpose,

revealing her essence to me,.
 I glimpse a barren beauty beginning.

and like this old tree
knowing she doesn't need last years leaves,
i must know in some deep place
that its all right to let it slip away....
and what is it that is leaving
and what if anything replaces it?
I only feel my leaves falling away...
sense my unclad wholeness.