Written by Sandy McCann
It was a cool, crisp fall morning. The sky was a beautiful deep blue with a few wispy clouds. I stood under a large maple tree and took in all the sights and smells that surrounded me. I had brought a large red and white checked tablecloth. I shook it out and let it rise up in the breeze and gently float down onto the soft grass.
I sat on the cloth and unwrapped my basket. Immediately I could smell the cinnamon, ginger and nutmeg from the warm gingersnap cookies I had baked. I ate one of the cookies and decided to stretch out on my back. Looking upward through the branches and leaves of the tree I noticed that the sun darted in and out as the rays of light were deflected by the soft breeze.
I noticed all around me red and gold leaves were floating down in the breeze and landing softly, silently on the table cloth and the grass.
The leaves did not fall straight down but they seemed to dance as they descended swirling, turning and sliding as they landed.
As one landed on my forehead I thought, how it is good to let go. Let go, of all the worrisome thoughts that keep me from true peace.
As I walked back to the house I could feel the leaves crunching under my feet. I love the sound and smell of fallen leaves, and I kicked them about.
There was a pile of leaves that had been raked.
I ran to the pile and jumped in letting the leaves cover me.
I reached my arms upward, and as I stood up, the leaves softly fell away
I thought of how sometimes I feel covered with worries and how they can, just like the leaves, fall away.
Like the tree I need to let go, let go.
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