A simple poem from a few years ago heralding the changing of seasons...
the equinox is almost upon us..
heralding memories of crisp fall air
and piles of leaves
of layered clothing more in
of diminishing daylight
as evenings make their appearance
thus encroaching upon
those remembered summer nights
and outdoor games
and twilight that sloped into night
way past that which is considered acceptable
during the more industrious times
of the year...
I speak of childhood memories
in those northern climes
and now a Floridian
of many year's
that fall feeling
as we approach the equinox
festivities ahead of us
that only this season
and, yes, though more muted in its
in these southern climes
the seasons can still delight
the seasons can still delight...
September 22, 2015