Of Transient Nature (Fall) Poem by David Whalen

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Fall is:

Dragonflies, empty nests
Pumpkin pies, shedding trees

Brown meadows, Monarch butterflies
Crisped carpets of Autumn leaves

It's a frosty feel of finality
That all good things must end

That things must die Is simply reality
Tis not a question of if, but when

It's a harbinger of things to come
As well a reminder of times gone by

A pregnant pause to ponder, muse and wonder
Where we are and who we are…and Why

It's a time of transient Nature
Replete with changes everywhere

Absent name and nomenclature.
As familiar tho' (as we all know)
…As smoke draped pon' the air…

And that‘s what makes Autumn great