There is a certain warmth to autumn, as it is in our own lives,
If we but take the time to look and ponder.
So I will continue to treasure this time of year with its wonderful hues,
Cool crisp air, apple cider donuts, and spectacular purple sunsets.
And I will also think of friends past and new,
As I prepare for the winter that inevitably lies ahead.
And in its bleakness foretells the promise of a new spring yet to come.
ESM
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As always, I really love your poems, Rick. Descriptive, reflective and always depth behind the words. Love it!
Thank you Barney.
Nice poem – but please, let it be spring and summer first 🙂
Half the world’s population lives in the tropics where there are only two seasons, wet and dry. The philosophy of life is different, birth, death, growing old happen all at once. The rhythm of life is different.
Haiku as comment:
Only healthy trees
Are able to shed their leaves
On time in autumn
Try to break a twig next autumn – its dry leaves will remain until spring! It‘s next year‘s bud that needs to push!! (observations of a Langenhain gardener…). 🙂