On the edge of September
When the moon rises full
Shadows playfully cross over
As the leaves start to fall
Like a door falling opened
And revealing a key
Imagination unbroken
To new worlds emerging
Where the light bends and contorts
Creating unusual shapes
The rareness of October
Gladly take center stage
It’s like stepping into a dream
A crisp turning of a page
Change drifting freely between
The subtle lines on a face
The scent of ember and ash
Bleed into dark, dampened earth
Welcoming what’s coming to pass
A witness to seasonal birth
It’s a rite of passage
A passage through time
Curiosity takes advantage
In leaving the past behind
Where death is dappled in beauty
A technicolored slumber
On this magical journey
And spectacular spell we fall under
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Kelli Sheckler-Amsden
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