in between seasons

the snap of the cold chilly wind
in between my clothing,
and the brilliant blue of the sky
where the sun was smiling
...i paused midway in my stroll.

the leaves were still hanging on the trees
green, but some had begun to turn
and off to the earth they had returned,
where their colours changed.

it was still a summer morning
...
but who can tell the shift
that heralds the beginning of autumn?
who knows, who sees, who senses
the small and subtle changes that
mark the changing of the season?

there have been many joyous moments
in what i know as my life
but as i walk on in silence
i ponder
scenes from
a time before today...
and i know
that the time has come to
accept bittersweetness
the shadow
behind the light
as i leave behind salad days
of mere youth.

more serious
more alert
more sober
i go on my way.