222. CHANGES

222.

CHANGES

Acorns pattered down
by the thousands,
a mast year;

oak leaves trembled,
first whisper of fall,
and she felt it.

Today became

tomorrow; the future
rushed to meet her.


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I felt it

just now;

the leaves trembling

on the old oak,

first whisper of fall.

Acorns pattering down
by the thousands,

a mast year.

Today's already changing,

the future comes to greet me.

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I won't be left behind.

shielded from life's reality yet to come.

Everything then seemed possible and within reach.

tomorrow comes to meet me.

sparkling like sun pennies
on the lake of my childhood.