there was no fanfare,
no procession, no proclamation,
as we hit the button, no exclaimation

with the change as if no one
noticed, and if i am right, they
probably didn’t until later

didn’t see as we drove the valley,
didn’t protest, or speak in tongues,
did not see the little things



we bought winter food



it came late early

we are in transition



drew the curtians last eve

while waiting and through the *****

left saw one golden tree

autumn cameo



each little thing

while some things break