
Photo by Tirza van Dijk
An autumn leaf fell by my side;
It was time for a change.
The first leaf that fell
Shook me out of my reverie.
I had been planning for summer.
The wind washed away my plans
As that first leaf fell in the water.
I looked on, unable to move.
I watched powerless
As the leaves withered by.
I tried to hold on to summer,
I tried to hold on to blooms.
But the leaves withered away,
And left me in a sea of yellow.
Somewhere below the yellow
My plans lay scattered.
How could I have not seen this coming?
How did I miss the change in air?
How did I not see the scurry
Of all those around me?
Was I the only one unprepared?
Was I the only one on whom
The autumn crept upon stealthily?
The change paralyzed me for a moment.
A fear settled in my heart;
Maybe winter would come too.
But taking a deep breath I vowed
That the first fall of snow
Will not be an abrupt shock.
This time, I shall be awake.
This time, I shall be welcoming.
For plans are meant to change.
The first flake of snow
Shall not be my autumn leaf.
I love where you ask how you did not see change coming. We all get caught out like that!
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🙂 Thank you. It’s true, isn’t it? Change often creeps up suddenly.
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