By J. Bruce
Calm breeze, blowing, whispering to no one
Maples color the infinite horizon,
Pines stand as sentinels, never changing, evergreen, over the harsh winter
Grass fades to brown as the geese seek warmer abodes
Sunshine warms my face, yet the wind brisk and chilly
Now I find myself at one with my home.
An autumn in Michigan, however unpredictable, but gorgeous and humbling
Leaves us covered in a blanket of snow,
Animals scurry to enlarge their stores for the coming season
Leaves crackle and crunch as I walk,
Fields illuminated by the fall sunshine, show wildflowers of summers past,
Dry husks adding to the neutral scheme that become Michigan's fall palette.
The sun falls setting the landscape ablaze
The trees glow an ever-brighter red and orange.
A strong gust blows through the towering behemoths
And snatches some of the leaves,
And we are ever reminded that
Change changes everything but itself.