Falling Leaves of Autumn

What can we do to save the falling leaves of Autumn?

Do we mourn? Do we honor their memory by doing such? Are we healing, or are we festering, in our painful excision of their memory?

Is there a memory to remove, or purify? Is it a memory, or is it part of ourselves? Is that part of us old and stale, or has it simply yet to realize its potential?

What can we do to save the falling leaves of Autumn?

If we are tested in this reflection, is there a solution to identify, or is there a perspective to resolve? Must we discard such troubling, seemingly impossible questions for their lack of guaranteed conclusion, or is the pursuit itself where our heart should exert all of its strength?

And what of passion? What of the faith in ourselves that must be tested when that passion, our soul’s fuel, must sleep outside in the cold so that we may hold vacancy for the needs of our loved ones?

Does this selflessness change us, or does it define us? Is the answer even relevant past our own desire? Are we ever, truly, anyone other than who we want to be?

Who are we to save the falling leaves of Autumn?

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~ by cptgibbs on October 31, 2013.

2 Responses to “Falling Leaves of Autumn”

  1. Gorgeous, crisp, telling last line. Haunting.

  2. passion is the soul’s fuel…

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