September turning

September turning -*

*Our thoughts *

*Start wearing *

*The clothes of transition.*

*Summer dreams vanish into *

*Autumn breezes, *

*Vanquishing them *

*To back room drawers.*

*The days shorten *

*As the sun *

*Greets the night *

*Earlier and earlier. *

*The leaves only give hints *

*Of what’s to come. *

*But the cool waters *

*Remind you *

*That the change *

*Has already begun. *

*The woods are *

*Slowly starting *

*To descend *

*Into silence,*

*As the deer *

*Cloak darkens and*

*The Sunsets become *

*Heavier in hue. *

*We start to worry, *

*What will the winter bring? *

*How harsh *

*Will mother nature be? *

*Will she bring *

*The soft snow falling, *

*Or the fury of *

*Jagged Ice? *

*As nature follows *

*Its ancient script, *

*What will man do? *

*Will we continue *

*To court chaos? *

*Or will we imitate *

*The rhythms of time,*

*And bend with the *

*Prevailing wind. *

by Vito DiBiasi