Seasons
There it is
off in the distance
just the faintest hint of leaves changing color.
A single tree, an oak perhaps
with just a glimmer of orange high at its peak
or is that glowing reflections of the sun?
Some trees are brown, brittle and dry
and barely having leaves at all,
withered from the heat
and blowing down to the ground.
A fall heatwave uncomfortable afternoon
deceiving us into believing
the season is changed
though the calendar shows differently.
The weeks of dying fruit and blooms
tell of the changes coming
giving way to what comes next.
Life moves forward
on schedule.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2015
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