Letting Go! Letting Go!

Letting Go, Letting Go

Let the Breezes Blow You!

Each oak and maple tree

Teaches me,

Come along each October:

About spiritual branches

Stretched just so;

Shimmering sighs of

Orange and gold,

While the wind weaves

The trees' whispers:

"Darlings, I'm letting go!

Letting go!

Let the breezes blow you!"

©1997 Connie Nelson Ahlberg