a special place
I find myself in
a full head of hair
neatly brushed back
from a pale face

season has changed
no more careless footsteps
on dry gravel roads

maybe a warm drink
after school will help
the days seem important
now my closet has been rearranged

these things surrounding
all that is new
it's difficult to adjust
to what is becoming

and as rain begins to drop
on dry leaves already fallen
thinking of the past
is grounding