Out My Window
The early evening sunlight
on this early autumn day
Paints the green leaves golden
and holds the night at bay.
The green leaves cling to branches
as if their arms were strong
and dance in August breezes
as if their lives were long.
The clouds suspended skyward
look permanently arranged
but look away and look again
and everything has changed.
copyright 2014
Home Economics 
Beautiful, especially that last stanza. There really isn’t any constant except for change. But it’s good to know change for the better may be possible.
Many thanks. And, yes, we must remember that change, even though we may dread it, may well be for the better.