The grass turning green and brown and green again –
Only we don’t see it from our shallow pools.
This year is different. I see the changes,
The leaves tan brown like me –
We were never evergreen.
My hair is longer, my freckles more numerous
And my complexion is as bad as ever.
But now I have these moments of quiet happiness
That I can sit in, and be content.
The leaves are falling again.
They do it every year.
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