After the Leaves Fall
After the Leaves Fall

This morning, air whispered promises of change.
Under a canopy of branches, bare and bold,
I stood, a witness to nature’s quiet ritual—
a shedding of time once frozen
Fallen leaves scattered like stories of the past,
each a skeleton of a moment spent,
a lesson learned,
making way for what is yet to bloom.
This tree, naked but steadfast,
endings are not losses
but beginnings in disguise.
This morning I visited a wise old sage,
roots deepened in the soil of understanding—
I saw myself in that tree.
Discarding the weight of old seasons,
making room for sunshine,
for the green of dreams to multiply
Like a snake sheds its skin,
Earth turns toward renewal
we too are called to be like spring flowers,
To stand tall in the face of winter,
to trust that life will return,
to honor the beauty in the bare.
Today, I carry that truth like a seed.
There is so much good to come—
after the leaves fall.
-Angie Rehnberg 2025
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