18/11/2025
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I’ve spent the last few days now
Holding tightly to my branch
Watching as the other leaves
Begin their final dance
The wind blows all around me
There’s a chill against the sky
And that is when the tree whispers
“It’s time to say goodbye”
It tells me now to listen
To the song that fills the air
A chorus that will only end
When every branch is bare
And though I’d rather stay right here
I’m yielding and resigned:
The moment when I must let go
Is finally here – it’s time
But as I’m whirling, twirling
Falling wild and fast and free,
I find a warm, familiar feeling
Washing over me
And that is when I realise
This feels less like letting go
And more as if I’m being pulled
Towards the ground below
As if I’m being welcomed back
To the place from whence I came
As if I’m being reunited
With my roots again
As if I’m heading there to rest
Away from winter’s snow
So that I have the strength come spring
To flourish and to grow
So as I’m now descending,
Pirouetting through the air,
I know that I am ready
To join the leaves already there
And as I save my last dance
For the song that autumn’s singing
I realise this is not the end
But the start of new beginnings
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Becky Hemsley 2024
Artwork created on Canva
'It's Time' is from my book, Words to Remember: https://amzn.to/47qsZWI
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