Autumn of Life
Episodes of yearly autumn
bring back to mind
some realities pertinent to life -
the changing of colors and
falling of withered leaves;
similar to aging,
a metaphor of dying.
The wind blows these leaves
trees seem to be in tears,
with no birds singing nor chirping
like a scene in a graveland.
Death in the surface
silence across the land
others hidden in their abodes,
like a refuge against this season.
As the sun hides its face
darkness caves in elsewhere
where many seem to be set
to get home and be able to take a rest.
Oh, the autumn of life!
starts to unfold the how it feels
the beginning of the accumulated youth,
energy and dynamism, so to speak,
of the years gone by.
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