Let it happen
The sky has been crying for days.
Sometimes a light weeping, misty drizzle, a sad but solaced surrender.
Sometimes a ripped up, heavy-hearted, downpour.
There have been moments when the clouds have cleared and through the crack of darkness, there has been a golden glow. A guiding light.
Moments later, it’s been gone again.
Leaves have been falling, slowly but steady, the trees are stripping.
Bare but not broken (they know the change of seasons all too well)
Myself, I’m walking around in boots and big knitted sweaters. Sheltered under my big black umbrella.
Everything is changing.