Moments of Change

Driving the country road in fall,

I often observe the colorful leaves—

pale yellow to warm marigold,

dusty orange to radiant red—speckled

throughout trees across flat farmlands.

This time, one row of trees stands out—

their tops ablaze in autumn, but

towards their trunks, still summer green—

like they’re pulling on sweaters, halfway

there, as they swap seasons.

I think—isn’t that the way with change?—

this snapshot of a moment in transition, when

there is this clunky divide—stuck

between the green foundation of the past,

and branches that reach for vibrant colors

of what could be or is yet to come.

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