{"id":11891,"date":"2019-11-13T11:00:13","date_gmt":"2019-11-13T16:00:13","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/?p=11891"},"modified":"2021-01-09T08:21:17","modified_gmt":"2021-01-09T13:21:17","slug":"the-poetry-snapshot-change-in-aa","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/2019\/11\/13\/the-poetry-snapshot-change-in-aa\/","title":{"rendered":"The Poetry Snapshot: change in AA"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Summer green turns into<br \/>\nvibrant shades of autumn.<\/p>\n<p>This transition happens,<br \/>\nwhether I think about it or not.<br \/>\nWhether I want it to or not.<\/p>\n<figure id=\"attachment_11892\" class=\"thumbnail wp-caption alignright\" style=\"width: 343px\"><img decoding=\"async\" loading=\"lazy\" class=\" wp-image-11892\" src=\"http:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/11\/fall.jpg\" alt=\"\" width=\"333\" height=\"444\" srcset=\"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/11\/fall.jpg 480w, https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/11\/fall-225x300.jpg 225w\" sizes=\"(max-width: 333px) 100vw, 333px\" \/><figcaption class=\"caption wp-caption-text\"><span style=\"color: #808080;\"><em>Ann Arbor, Michigan<\/em><\/span><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p>One morning I notice<br \/>\nmy morning walk to class is crisp.<\/p>\n<p>A brisk breeze is hitting my face<br \/>\nand leaves on the ground are<br \/>\nbeing brushed past my feet<br \/>\nas I walk by freshly carved pumpkins.<\/p>\n<p>I realize I should have worn more layers.<br \/>\nPeople around me are bundled up<br \/>\nin their scarves and winter boots.<\/p>\n<p>Something about this change feels cozy,<br \/>\nand I cannot help but smile.<\/p>\n<p>I appreciate the beauty of impermanence.<br \/>\nA seasonal love, in a sense.<\/p>\n<p>What a shame it would be,<br \/>\nif summer lasted forever.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Summer green turns into vibrant shades of autumn. This transition happens, whether I think about it or not. Whether I want it to or not. One morning I notice my morning walk to class is crisp. A brisk breeze is hitting my face and leaves on the ground are being brushed past my feet as [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2205,"featured_media":13473,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[34,15,1372],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11891"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2205"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11891"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11891\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15100,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11891\/revisions\/15100"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/13473"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11891"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11891"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/artsatmichigan.umich.edu\/ink\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11891"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}