Challenge of the Week CXCI
Rebirth. From the ashes, born anew. Fiction or non-fiction, poetry or Prose.
That Which Belongs To Both
The crisp green that belongs to both
fall and spring is at the tops of the trees.
Have you ever noticed that spring spreads
from the bottom up, as fall does from the top down?
As if each lives out the verb with which it shares
a name. A certain few weeks each year,
photos can’t capture whether or not
the green is coming or going. All looks the same,
like pictures of sunrises and sunsets--I never could
tell them apart. Something about that sameness
in ending and beginning is comforting, I think.