Fall As Seen From My Porch Poem by Heidi Nichols

I looked up and saw trees, almost bare,
A tinge of fall in the cooling air,
There were only a few leaves that I could see,
And the wind blew hard on those few little leaves.

I thought, ' Fall is like change...
And the leaves are a lesson.'
As I sat there that day I got my first session:
The leaves are like people who cling to old ways
New ways aren't always better but they come just the same.

I watched and wondered til the last one fell,
Tumbling to the ground as well.