Transition
By: Kathleen Monahan
Shades of green
Flow from afar A warm breeze
brushes against my skin
Change is coming
The leaves begin
To become more fragile
The green softens on some
One speaking of the past
By its deep color of green
The other of the future
The green begins to fade
Change is coming
It is all different now
The variety of oranges,
Yellows, reds, and browns
Are wonderful to view
There is a cool crisp
Chill in the air.
It is here.
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