New Poem: On How Things Change

I was looking out my window this evening just as the street lights were coming on.  Ironically, that instance inspired this poem.  Sometimes it seems like we don't change at all, but rather, that everything around us changes and we are made different because of it.  This may or may not be a keeper.  We shall see.

On How Things Change

Every evening in this cul-de-sac at six o’clock,

In the heart of winter,

As the Earth leans away from the sun,

The lamp posts chatter on

And cough their lamplight

On the same familiar street corners.

But six months from now,

Blooming on a timer

In what will have become late afternoon,

The yellow lamps will cast

Unnecessary light,

The streets still ripe with children

And the din of laughter.