Small Things

Air transitions

Hums tradition

Shakes the park upside down

A curious contrast

A coloring contest

Brightly covers the ground

Small things; they're all involuntary

My colors dim and vary

And one by one fall from grace

To my feet, they cling unintentionally

From the front porch to the side street, dying happily, happily

The sky has stepped out, my shade has come down

My shadow cannot withstand.

The sharp of its face trims my heart with lace.

I flutter into the hands of circumstance.

Small things; they're all involuntary

My colors dim and vary

And one by one fall from grace

To my feet, they cling unintentionally

From the front porch to the side street, dying happily, happily