Moving On

By: Isabelle Morgan

Leaves fall

Agree to grow then decompose

They know when to let go

It wasn’t an argument

Or a reaction to any singular foe

From what I understand

A season comes and then it goes

The wind is lucky

She gets to choose 

Who to pick up and carry 

Stretching the path

Extending time between life

And when we are buried

But I’m not the wind

Or a leaf

And the rain reflects a changing story 

I’m just watching you float 

Trying to convince myself

That plants shed as they grow

Weather is a cycle of hope 

A four part forget

And remember 

Who knows