April 11, 2018

Prompt:  write a poem that addresses the future.

Transfiguration

The leaves are dying.

As the sun’s rays slant more steeply

Temperatures drop and light decreases

Things the leaves relied on to create food fade away

The green of chlorophyll gives way to the reds, oranges and yellows

Always there but ever masked by the green until…

The leaves are dying.

Yet in their last days

Their true colors are revealed,

They shine in brilliance

Hanging onto life by a thread.

They are transfigured.

And so may I

As years go by

Be changed into the person I have been all along

And am still becoming

My true self revealed, bright and beautiful.

And as the autumn leaves,

Go out in a blaze of glory.