Everyday Canvas

Change in Seasons

Prompt: Change
“And all the lives we ever lived and all the lives to be are full of trees and changing leaves…”- Virginia Woolf
How good are you in dealing with change? What would be the steps to take in dealing with change?
Or write a poem or a story about a "change".

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I am not much good when it comes to change, and that's why I stick to the old as long as I can and to those things I can't stand being changed. Yet, there is life, action, and renewal in change, and as the idea about this earth goes, if there is one thing here that we can be sure of is change.

I don't know if anyone has the inkling or the will to plan ahead for change. If anyone did, their lives would be full of planning instead of living. Change, however, is inevitable and comes mostly unexpectedly and different from our planning for it.

Still, just in case, those who know insist that change can be less stressful when we have a contingency plan in place. With what we consider a negative change, we may have to look at the bright side of things that show up with a change and take time to reflect before diving into any action. Creating some normalcy and comfort for ourselves in the process and counting our blessings for what we have, no matter how small, can be of great help to find some semblance of sanity during and after any change.

So here goes something...

A symphony of change, a fleeting chance
in the quiet woods where time does dance
to my wave of farewell, a gentle release
of nature's offering moments of peace

the palette of hues a vibrant array
nature's masterpiece in grand display
autumn whispers secrets to trees
as leaves are carried by the breeze

those leaves, once firm in summer's hold
now flutter down in crimson bold
emerald greens give way to gold
story of my life, furtively told

with an air crisp, chill in the wind,
a shift begins, a cycle thinned
in seasons of change, majestic shows,
trees shed clothes as daring heroes

their rustling hints at a changing tide
leaves cover bare earth in false pride
through amber days, a twilight's gleam
autumn's embrace, a passing dream

nature's canvas painted with care
a tapestry of change beyond compare
those leaves remind me as if a satire
that this life is a constant shellfire

yet in its stance, promises are made
for rebirth and renewal to cascade
as a timeless ode to loyalty of change
in seasons' plays, out of my range


Well, I tried!


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