A Man in Autumn Past Time
Fallen leaves and autumn trees
A chilly november dawn
When dreams won't take flight and wintry whispers wake
A man sits alone
While the memories of autumn pastime swirl around him
Tales of splendor and grandeur by the fireside
Steaming cups of cider and cocoa
Hugs from relatives long gone
Oh how the time has passed
He longs to see those now confined to picture frames
Smiling faces now distant memories of warm welcomes and rushed hellos
Frozen hands and nipped noses common place in the cabin that shows no evidence of life
except for the fire that is always burning
Curtains drawn welcome the frost of daybreak
This man of many moons, with his weathered hands,
Looks on with weary eyes at the forest before him
A sea of oak and maple
Their leaves nearing the end of their seasonal life cycles,
deciduous beauties preparing for winter rest,
Stand strong and tall
He ponders the life behind him
All that he's loved
And lost
And the moments in between
Like his wife
How the wind blew when she chuckled
And how the trees shook when she cried
The way she lit up when autumn was present-
The chilly air got just a bit warmer when she smiled
The way she withered away when the rest took her
He remembers the way she suffered
He ponders the rest that will soon take him
Will he float or fly?
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poeTRY (Volume 2)
PoetryFirst time Poems by our newest Pubbers. Our second Edition.
