[141] Change

I watched it as it came

and saw its shades

as were made

it turned from yellow

to fiery red

fading fast

till all was shed

then stillness cast

its magnificent spread

and all was different

yet all the same

through the haze

of time and gaze

and I wondered,

as the wind rustled

inside my head

and through the trees

outside my panes—

where does old go

when new appears

is it just reshaped, re-tiered

appearing unsung,

though here and now

—as we move headfirst,

sidewise, and even

back again

with newer shades

resized, rethought

as we rise and await

our truer, more

enlightened gait.