{"id":20927,"date":"2016-08-13T14:30:09","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T18:30:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=20927"},"modified":"2016-08-13T14:31:30","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T18:31:30","slug":"20927","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/20927\/","title":{"rendered":"Changing Seasons"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/yard-of-trees-Bobs-2011-300x225.jpg\" alt=\"yard of trees Bob&#039;s 2011\" width=\"300\" height=\"225\" class=\"alignnone size-medium wp-image-21081\" srcset=\"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/yard-of-trees-Bobs-2011-300x225.jpg 300w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/yard-of-trees-Bobs-2011-768x576.jpg 768w, https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/yard-of-trees-Bobs-2011-1024x768.jpg 1024w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 300px) 100vw, 300px\" \/><\/p>\n<p>Today I spotted gold leaves among the green on the trees outside my window. Pretty as it is&#8230;it reminds me of what is coming. It is called WINTER in Canada. Oh, there may be a short period called FALL that precedes the bitter days ahead&#8230;but it will not last long enough for me. Many people love the transition to winter. But I am a &#8220;summer person&#8221;&#8230;and so there is a tinge of sadness falling on my soul as those tiny golden leaves trickle down to earth&#8230;yes, green earth at this writing. In a matter of weeks it will turn brown and remain that way for many months&#8230;possibly buried in snow. The cycle has begun&#8230;on this warm August day. <\/p>\n<p>I must accept it<br \/>\nfor it is part of Nature<br \/>\nIt was meant to be<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Today I spotted gold leaves among the green on the trees outside my window. Pretty as it is&#8230;it reminds me of what is coming. It is called WINTER in Canada. Oh, there may be a short period called FALL that precedes the bitter days ahead&#8230;but&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":836,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-20927","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20927","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/836"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=20927"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20927\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21122,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/20927\/revisions\/21122"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=20927"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=20927"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=20927"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}