See It in the Fall

The moist air grew colder.

People wondered about the time of fall,

Waiting for something in return.

And there was someone who complained:

“I don’t need my heavy coat.”

But as days flowed on,

He dressed up just with that.

The leaves took a glance at him

As they all fell to the ground.

Gently whirling, drifting toward the earth.

The hues of autumn danced within

This waltz of nature,

Glistening by the beam of the sun.

The man with the coat

Just realized what he needs:

A return for his own efforts,

And a turn that makes him alive.

There he saw the changing color,

And the mystery of flowing leaves,

Thinking:

Should I be like the fall?

The flow of light went through the bushes,

Lightened them up, but they varied

from the sun to the color of the ground.

The kinds of ever-green, calling all around.

Fall gently replies,

“Time will give you the answer.”

And the man just sat there in deep ponder,

With his green vintage notebook, he noted to himself:

“I get what I should have,

And I should now change,

And this is how fall works,

And this is how I should live.”

Vibrating water

Reflected the light and the trees,

Illuminating the scattered harmony:

It moved and flowed like the fall.

The palette shined with the changing color,

The brightness, and the contrast,

Painting on the canvas:

The glossy harmony he saw.

He wondered can he live like this,

“I hope the answer is ‘yes’”

The leaves were embellished

with vague crimson,

Showing its emerald,

And shaded with the crispy browns.

There he stood below the branches

And did his work beside the pond.

As the leaves changed,

His pen upon his book.

He finished the first letter to himself,

And he stood up and he sees.