The Autumn Sonnets
If I can let you go as trees let go
Their leaves, so casually, one by one,
If I can come to know what they do know,
That fall is the release, the consummation,
Then fear of time and the uncertain fruit
Would not distemper the great lucid skies
This strangest autumn, mellow and acute.
If I can take the dark with open eyes
And call it seasonal, not harsh or strange
(For love itself may need a time of sleep),
And, treelike, stand unmoved before the change,
Lose what I lose to keep what I can keep,
The strong root still alive under the snow,
Love will endure -- if I can let you go.
by May Sarton, from "Selected Poems of May Sarton" 1978
During a time of intense transformaton in my life, I read this poem every day until it became a part of me. I have discovered that it applies to many things: lovers, children, dreams, situations, parts of myself, the list is endless... I find that there are often times when "Love itself may need a time of sleep" and that it is almost always in 'letting go' that the deeper and more authentic 'love' is allowed to show its true face...
... what does this poem elicit for you?