The Autumn of Our Lives
Autumn of our Years
The black clouds race like a murder of crows
No space between their wings
What’s in store no one knows
We will have to take what life brings.
Leaves fly past at racing pace
The rain slashes down like stair-rods
Summer's gone it never showed it's face
Autumn knock, trees bow their heads and nod
Another season over a new one to begin
What will autumn bring when the harvest is in.
From time immemorial to a time whenever
Each season follows the last, the circle will end never.
To take joy from each season, can be hard to do
As we grow with each one, our circle rolls too
“In the autumn of our years” never let anyone say that to me
I’m spending my circles in the summer now and for all eternity…
© ~GG~ 10/09/2012
Copyright © Mandy Tams The Golden Girl | Year Posted 2012
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