Fable of Fallen Leaves (Patreon)

I throw myself with joy into the fallen leaves. 

The things I have released inspire me to release my whole self.   

Each leaf, as unique as a snowflake, contains a moment in time, a moment of reflection, suspended on paper. Journal pages bound by branches. 

But in this instance, the writing on the paper, like the veins of the leaves, is mostly inconsequential - It is the experience of it. It is the breathing part of me, it is breathing in me.  

The color of the experience has mostly faded, as the color of the leaves has drained out like dye(die) - returning to the earth, returning to the color of the earth. This full surrender, this transformation into soil - is solely(soul-ly) what will nurture future growth.  

I am whole, although I have shed so much.  

The mosaic becomes a skeleton as the sun sets before the winter.