Autumn School

When the bell of autumn rings the leaves fall and move on

You look at the ground and see all the joyful graduates scattering the sidewalks and grass

Above you see the proud parents and teachers keeping its structure, but looking so empty

Colleges pass by like strangers, so caught up in the moment to notice surroundings

Every now and then a college bends down and admires the graduate

Sometimes even bringing it along with them

It must be because of unique shape or color, how much autumn is in it.

The next year starts and the never ending cycle begins

The strong structured parents grow out the young green, vibrant leaves

Once matured and orange it will be their time to be picked up and kept

Everyone has their time

Wait to fall and be picked

Don’t be picked then fall out of line

Photo by Elyse Fujioka '17.