Change

There couldn’t be
a better backdrop for change
than one which inexorably turns gold,
red,
and fades away.

Change is good and
change is hard.

Change
is
inevitable.

It is the hardest thing to see ourselves
bare
when the leaves fall away,
and we are left to assess our own growth,
all our knots
and all our bark, peeling.

It is the hardest thing
to acknowledge our own vulnerability.

Will we still be here come spring?

Or will we simply learn
to see the forest
for the trees.