I’m scared

Maybe even terrified

Mostly worried

A bit freaked out

Because I can’t see it

The leaves are changing

From top to bottom

A mismatched metamorphosis

Black sky blending to purple treetops

Down to the orange and

Green melting

Toward the grass

Painted gravity

The smell and the sights

Comfort and overwhelm

Familiarity out of context

Discontent from what once made me full
A vision for what was lovely

Beautiful and true

Shadowed and transformed

Beyond recognition

Dialects and faces

Different forms of the same

Medium in extremes

Disguising the language

I’m tired of searching

The exploration has left me empty

Unsure of where to rest

To be

Settling down like the pieces of

Color falling

Trampled and damp from

Evening motion tossing me now

Where will I find it?

This changing season

Changing much more           

Than temperature and time