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The Changing of Seasons

I fear the winds that are wailing outside as I am writing this poetry.

Photo by Ilya Orehov on Unsplash

The seasons are changing: a cool autumn breeze,
in between the 10s to 20s Celsius degrees,
has become a wail that rattles all trees
and fills me with unease.

Tomorrow, winter shall come —
the winds announce as they blow through some
of many neighborhoods and cities,
all preparing for the weathers that freeze.

Change comes with turmoil, apparently:
just as the changing of seasons
causes the strongest of currents
in the air that I breathe;

just as the changing of life
that causes the deepest of fears
in the mind that I be.



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