Fall is the air turning colder,
the earth sighing in colors
before everything slips into sleep.

The trees let go,
slowly at first,
then all at once—
leaves drifting down like memories,
soft and sure.

The chill in the air
grabs your bones,
reminds you that it’s time to slow,
time to wrap yourself up
and watch the world let go
of what it doesn’t need anymore.

You stand there,
watching the leaves fall,
not rushing to pick them up,
just knowing they’ll return
in their own time.

There’s a quiet in fall,
a peace in the letting go,
in the stillness that comes
before the cold.

You learn to rest,
to let the world move at its own pace,
and trust that things will come back
when they’re ready.