Leaves turn into red leaves.
And yellow leaves.
Orange leaves.
People drive up North to see.
I told them
"I can't write about nature."
She said "Write about the tree on the hill
that changed color overnight."
He said "I like the song called 'Autumn'
by Haste the Day."
They said "Your words will be
better than mine."
What words?
I sit.
I think.
I stare.
At a blank paper
At the computer screen
At the floor
"I have no words.
I've got nothing."
So it just goes back to
The yellow leaves.
And orange leaves.
Red leaves.
But no green.
The green has left.
Only to return months from now.
The trees will stand brown and bare.
And we will wait for the green.
A truly beautiful and amazing process.
Fall. Autumn.
Into Winter, Spring, then Summer.
Nature.
It wasn't made for words.