Leaving
The fall of the leaves
and the quiet beauty
of an autumn garden
lend gentle grace
to this day, which has come too soon.
A single blackbird
feasts on the berries
outside your window
and the view from the terrace,
magnificent, as always.
Sunbeams dance around the room
I will miss this peaceful house
its solid walls
its sanctuary
from the weary world.
For today, I leave,
someone else will come
and sit at your table
for coffee at noon
and pleasant company.
Copyright © Greta Robinson | Year Posted 2006
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