loving the drama

autumn is when leaves change colors -
some yellow, some orange, some to red, then to brown
then they fall, leaving the tree and it's branches bare.

i was walking under these trees yesterday when a thought hit me -
these leaves make dying look so grand, so dramatic.
well, they don't really die, as in die die.
but what the heck, if dying is separation, they sure know how to make a grand show of it all.

and we die everyday too.
sometimes, just petty deaths, other times, big ones.
some call it growth.
i'd like too see it as an autumn leaf, changing it's color, saying a howling goodbye.
with no trace of regret.

winter may seem long, but spring comes in time.
chancing upon the togetherness over again.

p.s. i am scouting for a shirt that screams i love kyoto, because i do.