woke before sunrise
to the subtle shift
something
has changed
continuum from
sky blue summer
to autumn's crimson
with the season
across an invisible
violet line
something
is different
the sun seems farther
the breeze
whispers of a chill
the things I
have said goodbye to
this summer -
and now to say
goodbye
to this summer
what I have been,
and where
the things I have found
and what I lost
in the gaining
what held me to spring
and the year, full circle
goodbye, summer.
I shift with the wind;
I begin again. |