Changing of the Guard
I woke this morn and sensed the changing of the guard
Summer’s twilight slipped into autumn’s first dawn.
Reluctant to cross this threshold once more
Au revoir summer’s promise unripened by drought.
And let go the dream sustained by hope
Release that which can no longer be held.
Fade to autumn, the hue I must reside
And cherish sweet memory with wistful smile.
Painting ‘Antique Roses’ by Rebecca Pells
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