When Change Is Beautiful (Poetry)

Through the trees calling, 

leaves falling, 

I'm stopping.



Through the days, 

head dizzy I'm pausing;

looking, 

listening.



Colors changing,

rearranging, 

in "fires" of explosive reds and golds!



Through the days,

the busy ways, 

I'm stopping; 

even if only in my mind, 

in seconds,

to take in the life and good,

still seen in the serene colors of grace, 

in a place when change is beautiful!


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