It pains me to see you, such resistance I have to your change.
I know you will flood me with warm days and cool nights.
With sights and colours that leave me in awe.
But on this sweet September morning, I don’t want you to be there.
This hazy breeze will soon be no more.
The childhood freedoms that recirculate through our veins will recede again.
The serious Fall and fridged Winter, they twinge my heart.
You will fall dear leaf but you are not dead.
Resting in a deep sleep, awaiting your rebirth.
Inspired by Out the Window. Photo by Wendy Whelan
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