What's to Come

Nothing can stand still. If it were to do soabsolutely, I could not see it; if I were to cease scanning, I could not then see;
therefore change is all. These were my thoughtsas I walked our dog, watching a year run down.Apples were falling; I chose one to eat.
Hips blushed fiercely; I stuffed my pockets full.Ash and maple and willow turned and turned.Restless mice and voles risked their all
for seeds. We reached the river; a trout rose, anosprey plunged; they met and rose as one.An osprey will turn a trout head first in flight, 
you know -- for improved aerodynamics. I disbelieve it; surely the bird is kind. It turns the trout to show it what's to come.