Unadorned

My arms are adorned with red and gold jewels that shimmer and dance …
with the wind, the rain, the breeze, the birds …
I accept the fall winds and let go … let my jewels of leaves
fall … fall … fall.

Never giving it a thought that this is final …
Never worrying about what is next …
Never resenting the loss of what most would think is beautiful.

I know that the real beauty is only just beginning in the warm
embrace of the earth enfolding my plain, brown roots in her deep, dark loam and allowing me to center my being below the surface.