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