The leaves, crimson and sunshine, are cycling down through the crisp air and landing lightly and without a thought, and in the crisp calm clarity of the season I allow myself to let go of those things that no longer serve me.
With the support of the muted light of the sun and the hushed earth below the leaves' blanket, I release the thoughts that dampen my spirit. I gently let go of the people whose presence does not bring me comfort. I allow the hanging anxiety to disperse.
These things can be released like the dry leaves from the ever-sturdy branches that continually reach for light and warmth.
I welcome release, peace, and a safe space to enter into a season of darkness, knowing the lightness of letting go is nourishing for the positive growth of my soul.
by Emily Nielsen
2nd place winner, 2015 Idaho Writers Guild Literary Contest, Poetry
A breath like a crinkle
caught in a breeze like Winter's flirty sigh
The sky still clings to blue,
though my sweater beckons.
Leaves, extraordinary in their bleeding hues
weave concentric blankets of
yellow and ash,
warmth and shadow
around the silent trunks of trees
like so many petrified ghosts.
You shiver in my heightened senses
Your peculiar mix of
nostalgia and renewal
creeping into my collar
and nudging like a nibble
between my shoulder blades.
Warm colors in frigid light
Early morning begging
for one more hour of sleep.
by Emily Nielsen
"I am determined to be cheerful and happy in whatever situation I may find myself. For I have learned that the greater part of our misery or unhappiness is determined not by our circumstance but by our disposition."
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