Life's Autumn
As in a dream an angel shines
On pieces of heaven drifting
In the mind of times of
A life’s savored memories.
The mists of falls gone by
Of schoolbooks, woods,
And dancing leaves
You and I under old oak trees.
Do you remember that weathered place
We played house, enjoying china teas?
We, so refined, so elegant
In an old Indian summer.
Now as I warm my tired old feet,
Close my eyes, turn to yesteryear,
And meet you in my dreameries,
In life's autumn, I am, I am content.
Copyright © Sunlite Wanter | Year Posted 2016
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