Transition

 

Transition

It's pleasant enough,

no complaints,

still-

a feeling of melancholy.

August ends,

nights are joyously cool,

hot, hot days are past.

Still-

shorter days,

trees on east facing hill

are loosing their green,

the sun is lower and more

westerly in the afternoon.

September begins.

The glories of fall start,

goldenrod and asters bloom,

brilliant colors contrast

with the yet verdant clad trees.

Beauty reigns.

Still-

a feeling of melancholy.