Fall, a Poem

The leaves and people are changing

colors and new experiences.

Red, a new fight.

Yellow, a night of new heights.

Orange, a daylight of spite and oversight.

Brown, a dark midday of sorrow.

You keep going

And people keep changing.

Will you ever stop

And jump in a pile of leaves?

Act like a child again?

And be someone else?

The days and nights get colder.

Over the months,

sweaters get thicker

and holidays grow nearer.

When will it be clearer

To you that everything changes

For a reason?