Autumn of Life
Colors drip from trees flying
Like exotic birds, nesting finally
In puddles of crispy clutter.
How ironic they reach their peak
Of beauty and appeal
Only as they die, ready to decay.
Yet, while we praise simple leaves
We are quick to ignore people
Who, in the Autumn of life, shine.
For only when we see freedom
From our tree of expectations
Can our true colors come forth,
And the brilliance of experience,
The reds of hearts overflowing,
The gold of valuable lifetime friends,
The fiery orange of mistakes made
That brought both pain and wisdom,
The yellow of warm family times,
All add to our individual allure.
Yet, unlike foliage, we become less,
Colors overlooked, flight restricted.
Cherish Autumn, lest the chill of winter,
Like a blanket of anemic snow,
Speed the decay of life.
Copyright © Cindi Rockwell | Year Posted 2016
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