SEASONS

Listening to the breeze; the wind in the trees,
Leaves spin and dance and fall.
Flutter, Rustle and blow away,
So many colors, earthy and bright; large or small’ maple and oak and beech and….

Fall is almost here.
Chilly air. Warm air. Shadows and sun.
Indian summer will come for a day or two and then
Darker nights. Shorter days, it’s almost time
to settle in for the winter we know will arrive.

And we’ll continue our ticking off of time.
And we’ll continue our ticking off of days
Until at the last all our years have come and gone.
Until at the last all our years have come and gone.

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