On Thursday this poem arrived in my mailbox, another daily gift from Poets.org (get yours here). But Thursday was all rain and gloom in New York. And then so was Friday. Finally, finally, we have a day worthy of this little poem. True, you wouldn't really want to walk without a jacket today — but just let it go.
by Jeffrey Harrison
It's a gift, this cloudless November morning
warm enough for you to walk without a jacket
along your favorite path. The rhythmic shushing
of your feet through fallen leaves should be
enough to quiet the mind, so it surprises you
when you catch yourself telling off your boss
for a decade of accumulated injustices,
all the things you've never said circling inside you.
It's the rising wind that pulls you out of it,
and you look up to see a cloud of leaves
swirling in sunlight, flickering against the blue
and rising above the treetops, as if the whole day
were sighing, Let it go, let it go,
for this moment at least, let it all go.