Summer sun

Is clinging on. 

As I walked today, Saturday

In October. 

Summer heat. Summer light. 

Summer weather. 

Autumn date code. 

Summer, hanging on

In heat

Clues of autumn happening slow

Colder mornings

Darker nights

Sky with deeper hues of blue

Leaves turning shades of gold. 

Summer sun

Like so many things

Isn’t letting go of us yet

Open sky. 

Clouds parted

Summer. 

Not departed. 

Autumn brings her metaphors

Of letting go

Of what has gone before.

Yet also

Unlike todays Summer sun

Sometimes. 

Some things. 

Let go of us. 

Leaving the stage by the side door. 

Celebrated and revered. 

Pained and lost. 

Wounds exposed in the absence. 

The poignancy of the leave. 

Death of the friend

Change of circumstance.

A goodbye

The song might play the minor key

A loss that plays a tune

Never alone, as so many things of life

Leave

Without our choosing. 

Yet graced us with their beauty. 

Autumn heralded and invited in

Summer clings on

Today. 

The leaves fall and will do more

Tree in her rhythmic cycle

Of letting go and leaving

Releasing the attachment

That bore it fruit

And carried her growth. 

Tears of gratitude befriend us

When loss finds us

Letting go

Of what we cannot hold

Mourning into the Suns

New morning. 

We must let go, reluctantly, painfully

To what let’s go of us

Releasing them

To their glory

To their story

To their soul friend. 

Releasing Summer

Into the sky again.