“All things change,” I was reminded,
Yet I never have watched a summer go by
Without sadness,
The darkening of the days,
The cooling of the nights,
Songbirds and children trying to make the best
Of the waning hours of warmth and sunlight,
Cool, clear night skies
Under a harvest moon
Until it’s dark to rise and dark to lie down,
Solemn hibernation under a pile of blankets
And I just didn’t realize how tired I was,
Still, there’s that distinct twinge of autumn blues
Maybe all things must change
But resistance is in my nature

©SpritLed 2019

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