The wind dances with he first leaves,
a bright whirlwind. The rain starts
I am soaked in just a minute.
The sun still shines and the leaves lay limp
like weakened hearts.
In the distance a rainbow appears
but today it makes me somber
I will never reach that pot of gold.
All the gold is already within me.
The sad thing is I am hiding it.
My jeans glisten wet
when the rain stops, my hair drips
I have to decide and how to move on.
Autumn is not the start of winter
it makes all ready for spring.
It is time to prepare myself to blossom,
use all these talents I have.
I have to dance with leaves.
Jump into the storm.
And let Him guide me through.