As night falls pregnant women

exercise in the park and parents

clean the classrooms of the school

(with buckets and rags, I remember

how that was). It’s all green now,

every tree is filled with multiple

shades of dark green, the delicate

dusty pale pink has left us.

I wonder how soon I will see

the change again – the yet darker and fuller

giving way to the first gold.

Sooner than I think tonight, surely.

But happily, this easy arc of color

has no true downside.