Leaves change as time spirals
Away from green and into brown,
Or maybe gold or bronze,
Depending on how you take it.
The breeze changes directions
From warmth to chilling wind,
Testing the strength of connections,
Breaking the weak with the slightest shift.
Light appears later and fades faster,
Shortening the day while remaining
The same. The role of division
Switched for the sun and the stars.
Silence vibrates through frozen ground
Now bare, empty, waiting for new seeds,
For new life, to start over, to begin,
Just to chance losing it all again.
One Word at a Time 