The end of one kind of growth
leads to the beginning of another.
The beutiful colors around me
provide a background for colder weather.
Seeming so transient
I see this world in motion,
the changing seasons don't have
concerns? questions?
neither do changing people, moving people
a world moving thinks of little
Does fall think?
Does it occupy itself with turning
the world to winter?
Or does it enjoy
being fall...