Just Have Hope

Pretty china doll in the window. Looking at the street below. Faded ribbons in her hair. The leaves are changing. From exotic green to cherry red. The wind is blowing; strong and fierce. Brand new ribbons. In a package.  Just out of reach. Perhaps they are just too much. Lucky yellow, flamingo pink, and ocean blue. The faded ones are better. But as the season turns.  The air grows crisper.  And the leaves have fallen to the ground.  More packages have arrived. Royal purple, jamming turquoise, and gleaming orange.  Why can't the old ones just do? The first frost has made its appearance. Midnight black, pearl white, and soft violet.  When will they ever end? But smokey gray is coming undone. Soft green is looking ratty. And pale blue is stained. Oh, and she remembers. The feast of food. The chirping crickets. And the blazing sun. But if all you see is what was. You lose sight of the future.  And those chances pass you by. She takes out the ribbons. And p...