Transition
By: Kathleen Monahan
Trees
Shades of green
A warm breeze
brushes my skin
Change is coming
Summer is ending
The leaves begin
To become more fragile
The green softens on some
One speaking of the past
With its yellow shades
Slowly becoming more golden
Change is coming
Autumn is here
The variety of oranges,
Yellows, reds, and browns
Are wonderful to view
There is a cool crisp
Chill in the air.
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