Autumn
Apples, red and ripened, lie scattered all around
Under trees where orange leaves are brightening the ground.
Treats meant for my children somehow end up in my mouth!
Up in skies so beautiful the birds are headed south.
Memories of new Thanksgivings have yet to unfold.
Nostalgia - though - turns bitter sweet as I’m growing old.
Copyright © Andrea Dietrich | Year Posted 2014
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