Nature's Canvas

The following poem was written in response to a beautiful stain glass mosaic by artist Kristin Dieng.

Letting Go
           ©Gail Lipe

Standing on a hill
alone, but not alone,
supported, strengthened
by the trees around me.

So small, insignificant
in this space
I witness the beauty
as trees gift their leaves

to the changing seasons,
letting go of yesterday.
Memories, good and bad,
betrayal and burdens,

beg to let go of me
as I hold tight, afraid
they will be gone forever,
of losing a part of me.

A crack in my resolve,
one squeaks out, then another,
and another, and another.
I begin to let go of yesterday.

Memories float away
as beautiful spirals and snowflakes.
I realize letting go doesn't change
who I am. Like the trees

gifting leaves to changing seasons,
letting go gifts me to tomorrow.