~Autumn...the Changing of the Guards~

It is the changing of the guards.

Summer crying out

For just a little more time…

As age sets in

And the dying days of winter

Lie close enough in the distance

To see them

Waiting there,

Not too far ahead.

As she moves from her hot passionate

Days of youth

And enters her glory days…

Her days rich with color

Her days full from a life

Well lived

This is the ebb tide.

It is that subtle quiet

Between the extremes…

The eerie still

Where everything that was

Is

And waits

To be

No more