Portrait of Change

Change is a myriad of colors,
Red for its passion; black for its sorrow.
It sounds like the wailing wrath of the wind,
Getting closer and closer 'til it comes again.

It tastes like a grapefruit, fresh and ripe.
It can bring grief or the brightest of lights.
Its scent is subtle, like that of a flower,
Creeping upon you like a sudden spring shower.

Change looks like a stranger on the street,
Ever so near and always discreet.
Sometimes change can cause great fear,
But can also bring hope for future years.

Copyright © 2004 by Shana Wilson

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