Bleakly beautiful, "Kind of by Auden"

CHANGING
Acorns pattered down
by the thousands,
a mast year.

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

Today became
tomorrow; the future
rushed to meet her.

Not yet, she pleaded.

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Just now,

the leaves fluttered

on the old oak

first whisper of fall
and I felt it.

Acorns patter down
by the thousands,

a mast year,

Tomorrow's 

already changing.