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Poem : September's Coming | Poem

 
SEPTEMBER'S COMING
 
Time passes out of time
moves through itself
into a place unknown.
There is no death
just the transformation of ourselves
and the transfiguration of the life force.
Maybe energy is ever created
never destroyed.
Energy
Life
Space
Place
Winter into Spring into Summer into Autumn
sadly called the fall.
September morning
sliding into full day
sliding happily
with bands of brilliance oozing
from the sky colors that paint
an incomparable vision
that soothes the day
into darkness that presents
starlight
moonlight
falling flying matter
of wondrous white light
passing through time
until fizzling away
in sweet slow motion
quiet and far removed.
Time passes into time.
Gases
Solids
Liquids and Light transformative
transformative time
time out of sight.

- Pamela Patrick

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