Wind brings a forced fall.
Tired leaves crumble and let loose of the branches that gave them life.
The power that’s displayed, when the wind blows them all astray.
Bringing havoc in the streets, the sidewalks, the lawns.
Change fills the air as the gusts blow through.
Readying for the winter that’s never coming.
These California trees could stay green, bloom all year long.
But they too want change, the hope of new, of spring.
So they let loose of what they know, and of what knows them.
Giving ample opportunity to blossom once again.
-Brittan
Santa Ana’s
Heart of Brittan 