Colors turn, Leaves fall. For everything there is a time. Autumn is a time for change, A time for being human, A time to reflect (On warm summer nights), And a time to anticipate (Fiery winter days).
We are human. Ever-changing, Ever-moving, Endlessly. We are autumnal beings. Yellow with happiness, Orange with warmth, And red with anger. Red with love. Red with hatred. We are as cool As the crisp breeze, And as warm As the colors around us.
To everything there is a season, For everything there is a time. A time to lie complacent, And a time for change.
Autumn is the time for change.
The title for this poem was inspired by the book of Ecclesiastes, To Everything There is a Season. The poem itself was inspired by walking around campus and seeing the colors beginning to turn on the trees; I had to write several poems for my Creative Writing class, and so I decided to explore the relationship between nature and humans, especially with regards to change.