Hang on. There will be harsh wind and cruel rain. Hang on because letting go will fade us like sun-stained newsprint, our story lost. Cling to me. Show nature your tenacity and weather each graceless intrusion, a sky crowded by the rolling cotton of mistakes, of misunderstanding’s webs clotting all progress, trapping joy in thunderclaps. Surrendering or enduring, falling or holding fast to the familiar, the safe. It’s so much easier to open your fist and let the wind take you, but the pain of separation won’t end. It will always be a death forced on you by inevitable change; a season never expected but impossible to avoid. #leaves #autumn #fall #tree #sunlight #sun #sky #bluesky #deadleaves #foliage #poem #poetry #writer #writing #literary_imagery1 #literary_original (at Held)