Transition Poem by Chris Embrick

Late Summer thunder clouds still rise
And billow in September's skies
The atmosphere no longer still
The colors changing on the hills

August is slow to surrender
To the changes of September
But leaves give way to Nature's will
The colors changing on the hills

The groundhog tells us winters end
But who's to say when Fall begins
From the northwest an early chill
The colors changing on the hills

Soon the days will be cool and dry
And transition to October's sky
Light frost will glaze the window sill
The colors changing on the hills.