A poetry group I belong to chose a theme for November of "anaphora," which means repetition of a phrase at the beginning of a sentence, a section, etc. Interesting challenge! I've been thinking a lot about change as we go through this pandemic and as there are personal changes in my life. Hence this poem.
Change just is.
Prolific, idyllic summers
transition to crisp, blustery autumns,
then stormy, frigid winters,
to the green resurrection of
spring,
and return to summer.
Change just is.
Consider the phases of the moon.
New, crescent, gibbous, full,
disseminating, balsamic, new.
A continuous revolution.
Change just is.
Perhaps subtle or dramatic
Perilous or beneficial
Irrevocable, transcendent
Incremental, miraculous
Baffling, profound
and always inevitable.
Change just is.
Our response is our choice.
Resist the unjust, the irrational.
Suspension of transformation
of self, others, or the world
is not possible.
Change just is.
