Change

                                                  11.4.08


November’s cidered daylight
has brought the world into deep relief.

I can see the neighbor’s fence
plastered with sweet-potato-vine leaves,
unpicked Concord grapes still plump on the vines.

Every changed leaf begins to glow
in the soft rain that’s started to fall --
apple yellow, old gold, orange, scarlet, forsythia's surprising bright green --

even the crumpling ferns standing in the side yard
sound a purple note.

You can't stop the great colors of change.

Right here, even now, the old world
makes way for
the new.