Change

Seasons changing
all around me.
Fooled me again.
Two years in a

row. Up early
for a long run
when I heard the
pitter patter

of a steady
morning shower.
But it can’t be.
Unexpected.

No other signs
beyond the sound.
I actually
took off my gloves

and lifted my
hands skyward just
to test what I
thought I heard.

When suddenly
I remembered:
It is the leaves
falling like rain.

It’s magical.
I closed my eyes
and soaked in the
soft melody.

You should go to
the Grand Canyon.
And Yellowstone.
And all of the

national parks.
But I tell you,
in my journeys,
there’s nothing like

listening to
leaves fall like rain.
The seasons change:
Election night.

Revolutions.
Relocations.
Milestone birthdays.
Doctor visits.

Loved ones passing.
The Byrds sang there
is a season
that turns, turns, turns.

That season is
happening now.
Today, I am
celebrating

changing seasons.
May our world be
better than it
has been lately.

I close my eyes
and listen to
the leaves falling
all around me.