It's Changing
by Caroline Johnson

It's changing.
Fall is approaching.
The purple asters have lost their leaves.
The smell of coffee is in the air.
Pine cones now litter the ground.
It's changing.
Seasons move on.
Memories linger like
Halloween candy,
and soon jack-o-lanterns will
light the way of dark nights.
It's changing.
Warm summer nights no
longer end our days,
a cool breeze hovers in the
September air.
We sit and write poems
and wonder where
our youth was spent.
It's changing.
A lone candle burnt down
to the wick.
A day that is over
and will never come
again.

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