Urge me to drop every leaf I don’t need
Every task or habit I repeat past its season
Every sorrow I rehearse
Each unfulfilled hope
I recall
Every person or possession to which I cling
Until my branches are bare
Until I hold fast to nothing
Tutor me through straining night winds,
In the passion of moan and pant,
At the moment of most abundance
The gift of letting go
In the way of falling apples, figs, maple leaves, pecans
Show me the way of dying in glorious boldness,
Yellow, gold, orange, rust, red, burgundy.