I could just keep driving, reminding myself of the beauty of change. But the wheels will spin here and I’ll be constant. A world will spin away, carving rings from nothing around the sun, and my role will be to behold. Counting colors, facing shaken faiths and kicking the ground that holds me down, the light sweeps up, over, past and silently our of view, the chill of the air my company to keep. #autumn #fall #foliage #newengland #leaves #colors #poem #poetry #writing #writer