Thursday, October 8, 2020

"A Progression of Time "

 


"A Progression of Time"
Greg Budig 2020

Almost undetected in

the early September light. 

The vibrant green of 

summer's dress begins 

to tatter into gold. 

Autumn patches

appear amongst the 

emerald maple leaves. 


Daylight quickly shortens.

Darkness begins to take hold. 

Chlorophyll fades while 

true colors appear. 

Wistfully watching as 

the season transforms.

Times progression is 

clearly now on display. 


Late September has 

brought its glory. 

Trees explode into 

crimson and gold. 

The horizon is an inferno. 

Blaze orange against 

skies of deep blue. 

Eyes are overwhelmed.



Anticipating the season. 

The sacred time has arrived. 

Surrounded by nature's 

autumnal display,

you relish in the glow. 

Summer was lazy.

Ambitious is fall. 

Winter slowly draws near. 


October winds come 

overnight, the leaves 

are twisted and torn. 

Soon the colors have 

fallen, scattered in 

piles upon the ground. 

Bare branches silhouette

against pale morning skies.


Slowly life progresses

while time accelerates. 

Days pass into weeks,

weeks into months,

months into seasons,

seasons into years. 

We are not immune to it.

It's a progression of time. 


The End 










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