Some weeks ask for momentum.
This one asked for a breath.

Here’s a quiet loop I’ve been hearing
about leaving, returning,
and coming back a little changed:

The leaves turn, fall, and green again
a little fuller with each sky.

The ground frosts, softens, and crusts again
a little colder with each day.

We step outside, return, and leave again
a little wiser with each goodbye.

Between freeze and thaw, fall and rise,
a rhythm teaches us how to stay.

Not by sitting, running, or chasing,
but by coming back

with a different hi.