Fall has come and gone in the Sierras.
The first fall I've seen in twelve years.

Like my life, of late.
The shedding of old unwanted things
for new ones.
Everything bare
ready for newness.
My old things
rather than tired leaves
are things like
feelings
resentments
unreasonable self-expectations
fears.

My new things
some of which are yet to be seen
are all filled with inspiration.
HAPPINESS.

It's about time.