Leaves
fall. What was
Green and new, fades.
Crimson, Amber, Gold.
Shades of dying; unsatisfying. Cover
the street; crinkle beneath feet. But
Spring: a new chance.
And sprouts:
Apple,
Olive,
Lime.
Shades
of
living;
forgiving
Second shot;
a new
train of
thought.
[Rachel Brough]
