Transitions

Summers long days tug against falls brisk nights-Brown forest strained-A heaviness hangs in sight

Grass hangs bowing for Autumns early rain-Poisen oak-Scarlet leaves-Her life begins to bane

Beauty lonely death-Summers gauntlet falls to rain-A quiet sound in the distance-Her love song must wait untill spring

Point Lobos pines your neeles dry- And stand you tall and lean-And still my love grows for you in this forest of ever change

A waxing gibbous waning- A world as moving through- A forest transitions spinning-A cycling rotation bound