Autumn Trail

long dark fingers lie across a trail so deeply worn as pale cold sun settles low and cooling breeze begins to flow leaves high in the trees rustle so bright green fading to pale gold softly gently a few to fall to the ground so far below through many years this trail I walked in many seasons that change so much of that which I do see and the deep feelings that it brings a tiredness in autumn is even though much is still green the vigor that was born in spring no longer here is seen tall the trees that line the path reaching high into the light and I do remember when they were just seedlings then long ago in memories eyes I do remember then looking on them so fondly and wondering what they would be joyful wanderings when I was young through the growing trees on this path quite new to me not knowing what I would find within the woods warmth would grow as the sun it would ascend and the shadows would shrink away and more fully here would shine the woods here were then full with so much that to be seen the promises of spring fulfilled so fully throughout these woods I remember walking then on soft grass growing so green through the softly wrestling trees beneath the warm blue along the path so much life seen squirrels with bushy tails full and the birds that flew so high how their songs did fill my days flowers bloomed along the way and bees among them to fly the sounds of life so softly heard did fill my every day on the trail I did not walk alone others did travel there and I would meet them along the way journeyed sometimes together we finding there within the woods meadows with sunlight filled tall green grasses waving in the breeze where together we could be days together with laughter filled as together we were then walking through the many trees among the flowers so bright summers days did slowly cool as the sun sank lower down life's fullness was slowly lost as it's warmth did slowly fade my steps do now trod on fallen leafs lying golden upon the path the fullness of green trees is lost as the leaves do softly fall walking down this worn path remembering all that once was how life then was so full though now more empty is deeply worn this trail now lies though once so new it was and I wonder at its change from its younger days