The edges of your yellow
brown from the autumn 
disembark, one by one 
floating with indecision 
one way then the next

I know you want to stay
next to all you have known 
to be right 
and safe 
your place

It is here now 
in the beauty of this 
perish,
in the elegant sway of 
decent

Your only choice  
surrender 
forget your 
pride 
let go

hand yourself
to greater things 
and be lost 
in the echo 
beneath