Some Time In a Meadow
Stopping at a little meadow by the road
To rest and watch the busy swallows fly
Summer fading ,feeling the pull of autumn
Hearing again the geese's mournful cry
Brown and gold the carpet before me
The leaves dropping in colorful disarray
I have the urge to gather them to my breast
And remember forever this unique display
Now the years are rushing with abandon
So many more behind me than ahead
The meadow will be here after I am gone
With this years beauty safely put to bed
Copyright © Barbara Gorelick | Year Posted 2010
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