a clinging and a letting go

(poem)

maple trees watched as we giggled
in their shade, eating crackers with
brie and vanilla pear jam. we are all immortal

in July. the leaves suddenly a shock
of crimson blood gliding
down, feather-light to kiss fairy rings

and mud. now, autumn
envelops me in her distinct flavour
of nostalgia, a welcomed

abandonment. fall’s frosty breath
chills my spine, my heart becomes
a still lake at dusk. the whole
choir of frogs, too. i carry

an undying love for all things beautiful
and painful, realizing they are
one and the same. i reach

for a scarf and assign it
meaning. change is all
there is, change
is all there
is.

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