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Transition
It is a day of transition
   as summer heat has died 
and the leaves of autumn hold position
  beginning to release the summer ties.

Mid October on the dot
   as near and distant trees begin to alter hues
 painting yellows and orange brown spots
   to match green red purples becoming blues.

In the stir softly rises from the life below
   scented burning oak and apple wood
with embers alighting bright campfire glows
  burning with embracing warmth where the trees once stood.

The sky draws closer as the blue transforms
   to dark sprawling gray robed clouds 
harbingers of a newly predicted storm
  as cold drops of rain fall from their shrouds.

A brief, quiet stillness creeps along the pines
  slithering in anticipation of being unbound
and leaves patiently await the winds of time
   to find their rest upon the ground.

They catch the breeze 	and ride the air
   a seasonal journey begins again
touching here and floating there
  and the earth gently heaves a sigh of pain.

Earth rises from the cold without
  drawing up and down to a desired rest.
Creatures, birds and plants no longer doubt
   that change will always puts us to the test.

Nature sighs with every windy breath
   knowing all things pass away
and the unknown fear of death
   forces us to cling to one more day.

This world exists forever in transition
   never able to remain the same
eventually giving in, accepting changes to inner cognition
  that in the end, nothing is abstained.

To see the illusions of the futures yet unborn
   living, now, that alone is enduring and real
nothing grows to its completion without thorns
   and life does not return to where it was, despite the zeal.

Seasons leave and come again,
   Spring, Summer, Autumn Fall and Winter
and each is its own conductor of  the train
   holding time in place, forever in transitions splinter.
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