The leaves are falling again.
I never even noticed last year.
Now I sit on the grass and
Watch them drift to the ground around me.
It doesn’t matter how stagnant we feel,
The seasons keep on flowing,
The grass turning green and brown and green again –
Only we don’t see it from our shallow pools.
This year is different. I see the changes,
The leaves tan brown like me –
We were never evergreen.
My hair is longer, my freckles more numerous
And my complexion is as bad as ever.
But now I have these moments of quiet happiness
That I can sit in, and be content.
The leaves are falling again.
They do it every year.
