Changing Seasons
Trampling on shining
sumac
Sitting at the edge of
the meadow
The
trees hummed a soft melody at the end of fall
Winter responded by
grabbing the baton
I didn’t know I was ready
The last of the shrubs
forming a colony with shiny leaves Resembling the birds flying
Stop worrying
I will always protect your
gentle footsteps
A cluster of red
berries fell on my head
Silly girl
This is the easiest
transition
Fall leaves turn scarlet
red
Allow things to come
Accept the universe’s treasure
As nature rotates
The gift of seasons.
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