Letting Go

 

In May I started turning green

Sitting on the maple limb

A large pointed leaf

Knowing I was a fraud

 

June brought the bees

Birds and summer rain

My size unchanged but

I was passing unnoticed

 

July and August and heat

The tree house nearby

With children’s laughter

As they plotted and played

 

By September I worried

Wiggling in the breeze

Trying my best to belong

Unable to turn gold

 

It would be October with

Vibrant colors surrounding

When I quietly let myself go

A green youth my undoing