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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