Background: I am usually not the protagonist in all of my poems; however, in this one, I clearly am. This poem was previously published untitled in City of Poets: 18 Boston Voices.
I wrote this upon looking outside of my window one day while writing and being struck by the change of seasons – from summer to autumn. In that moment – in an instant – I noticed that summer was over and that autumn, my favorite season, had arrived.
Change of Seasons
The dusk envelopes me in a warm caress,
Comforting me in all my loss,
Preparing me gently for what is to come.
Slowly and slippery, it makes itself known.
No trumpeting on arrival, but alas, it is here,
Taking all that has been known to me.
My sun becomes a clear, pale moon.
My birds are then creatures of the night.
The cool wind soothes me as I pen my last words,
Whispering to me dusk’s shadowy message.
So, finally, I understand,
“It is to dusk will we return
As our day draws to a close.”
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