Autumn in the Spring

In the midst of this chilling breeze, I begin to wonder what You are thinking.

I can sense that You are still near and there is something I must do.

First it was the erosion that started exposing the roots and now…falling leaves in the spring?

I hear Your whisper, but cannot always comprehend what You are trying to tell me.

Gazing at the clear blue skies, I ask You the obvious question. Why Autumn in the Spring?

Impervious to my deflective nature, You remind me that I am still here due to my hesitation; my reluctance.

You then continue to say blooming requires the elimination of what is dead. So why are you still trying to hold on to it?

My response?

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To be continued…