🍂 What Autumn Brings Me

Autumn comes—

every year,

and somehow

it finds me

all over again.

I wonder what it brings

this time—

what unseen color

is waiting in my soul

to turn?

With the changing leaves,

I ask myself:

What colors do I hold on to?

And which ones

will fall?

The past rustles through me,

its wind reminding—

we must shed

what no longer lives.

But still,

like the trees,

I find

my quiet growth

among the letting go.

And there it is—

the color that won’t let go.

Not gold, not crimson,

but the deep,

steady green

of something that stays.

Like the strength of the Evergreens

rooted through frost,

I carry one color

through every loss—

the hue of hope,

the shade of soul,

the whisper of who I am

beneath the seasons.

No matter what I release,

that green remains—

a Promise ,

a Prayer,

a part of Me

that never Falls.