*Resisting Winter

If I could,

I would stand at the

ready

as each leaf falls,

and return the jewel

to its branch,

restoring autumn

to its perfection.

Time, like sand,

seems to slip

through our fingers faster,

the tighter we try

to hold onto it.

Resisting change,

just like resisting

the passage of time,

is such a futile act.

Winter will come, and

will not be stopped.

As soon as we embrace

each moment for what it is,

anxiety falls away, and

relaxation takes its place.

There is such perfection

in the present moment.

Frost will come,

and with it the

splendor of ice crystals,

glitter that glistens

like fairy dust,

as the sun dances

across the land.

Until then, the leaves will

slowly begin to rust,

and the trees will loosen

their grasp on the jewels

of the passing season.

To mourn this rite of passage

is as useless as wishing

to stop the hands of the clock.

We can cherish what is,

and welcome what is to be,

and be grateful for the

joys to be had in this

perfect moment in time.