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.
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