Change

Unable to attach myself to change I am forced I needed to at least entertain the idea Change like the seasons With Falls new beginning Everything new The walking amongst the leaves Freshly plucked away by the wind Yellow ones still soft with a slight crisp edging of brown Sweeping the ground with no direction Just everywhere The breathless beauty of the Sourwood foliage From asparagus green to a wonderful crimson The multiplicty of change I finally embrace I AM READY Loving the last song from the Cicadas The knowing there will be fewer bees And Mister Softee ice cream The last call "We all scream ice cream." And I scream change I am ready... Lepadah copyright 2009