~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
