How often do I cling
to stem
or
vine
fearful, in releasing,
some loss
to
find?
Wind, a graceful partner,
sways hearts
to
dance.
Sweetness only ripens,
given
the
chance.
The Wind softly beckons.
Freely
let
go.
No more decreasing, my
heart must
be
bold!
Summer is waning, so
changes
must
come.
Only in losing may
some things
be
won.
