And Some Change ...

And Some Change

The red is seeping into trees—

Like sunset into cloud—

Like silver hairs among the gold—

Or blood into a shroud—

Like novel thoughts arriving to

Reside inside the head—

Or blushes in a guilty face—

Or wine into the bread

Or fog into a seaside town

Or value into art

Or pride pervading parents or

Pure darkness in a heart.

The squirrels do a frantic dance

Across the autumn lawns—

While daily suns descend into

Horizons made of bronze.

All things prepare for change, it seems,

Suffusing what is now

With something very different that

We’ll soon accept somehow.

The guy was so meticulous

It got to be ridiculous.

[meticulous = marked by extreme or excessive care in the consideration or treatment of details]

Shakespeare Couplet: A Midsummer Night’s Dream (51)

Puck says, “Give me your hands if we be friends,”

And with his words, this play of dreams now ends.  (5.1)