The Tortoise and the Hare

I am in Transition.
It is Spring,
The world holds it's breath and I
Await a rebirth.
Impatiently.
I am in Transition.
The summer sun warms
Trees and my bones.
One grows, the other fully formed
Fixed in place
For my ever.
I am in Transition.
Autumn leaves drop like the months from my lifespan.
Waiting.
I am in Transition.
Flakes fall from heavy skies
And cling to me like the seconds I catch.
Melting into my skin.
Counting down.
I am in Transition.