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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