09272025 (unburdening)

I give to the distant fog
the whisper of my tears;
to clouds that imperceptibly drift,
the dreams and hopes I've fiercely held;
to the great big sky, the vastness of my love,
and to the ripening leaves, this pain that burns just for a season.
I give my spirit to the roots that steady. 
I give my heart to the earth that holds.