A quotidian occurrence,
my habitual gaze out the window.
I study the trees that lie
beyond the window pane.
Out there, in that wonderland
not yet a winter wonderland,
lies beauty.
Beauty in the bark encased ringlets
and in the veined leaves.
Beauty in its most innate form,
change.
Change brought upon by
the seasons desire to inflict a
feeling of difference in everyone
and everything.
The foliage pads and leaflets,
once malleable and newborn,
now crunchy and red and
brown and orange and yellow.
What a wonderful time of year
to be an onlooker.
What a wonderful time of year
to walk down a broad and fiery-lit
street bordered by nature’s warm
confections.
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