There's a hint of Change in the air,
it is not overpowering, it is as subtle
as hints of the coming Winter in a
you know the cold is coming,
you can feel it in your bones
but it hasn't taken away the warmth of
the sun yet.
Change hangs like fragile fog on
and when it settles down,
I hope it beautifies and brightens,
I hope it doesn't mar and murder;
I hope things change,
like the colour green does,
when it changes to the colour red, in Autumn.
learns to be kind,
for a change.