The leaves are just beginning to turn,
Yellow, orange, red, brown,
A reminder of the infinite cycle of life.
Dew rests cold on the tips of dying grass,
Worms wiggle on the wet pavement
And the birds chirp at first light.
The leaves are just beginning to turn,
The air feels brisk and our hair hangs,
Free in our face as the temperature drops.
And we fill our bellies at a constant rate,
With hot drinks,
Tea and cocoa warming our insides.
The leaves are just beginning to turn,
And we hear our feet scuff against pavement,
And the wind seems more familiar.
The wind rustles the leaves,
And whistles through cracked windows,
Whispering softly in our ears.
The leaves are just beginning to turn,
And we start listening,
Sounds speak louder.
The leaves and dew and worms and birds,
And hot drinks and wind and rain,
It seems, you’ve just appeared!
The leaves are just beginning to turn,
And we stop to think for a second,
Realizing that life is constant but irregular, too.
These things aren’t seasonal, as we believe,
They are present and welcome all year round,
Why just now do we notice?
The leaves are just beginning to turn,
And we know now,
That intensity grows for all things in the fall.
The colors and sounds prick our senses,
And whisper in our ears,
The secret of life everlasting.
The leaves are just beginning to turn,
And we want to stay like this forever,
A year is too long to wait.
But what about a day?
Today the leaves are turning,
And tomorrow they will too.
The leaves are just beginning to turn,
And our self-awareness grows,
We know not just our life, but life around us, too.
Life can be blue and grey, low and dim,
But it can be beautiful and lively and colorful,
Yellow, orange, red, and brown.
When the leaves begin to turn.