Ever so slowly, the clock ticks on,
So softly we never notice it,
Warm summer days filled with the color and splendor of youth,
Turned burgundy and yellow.
The days of warmth and sun,
Turn colder and darker,
Despite this change, beauty still reigns,
As every tree and stalk of corn turns the colors of the season,
A grand finale,
To another of nature’s successful acts in the mighty play, we call life.
-James D. Vespoli