The Autumn of Our Lives

Autumn of our Years The black clouds race like a murder of crows No space between their wings What’s in store no one knows We will have to take what life brings. Leaves fly past at racing pace The rain slashes down like stair-rods Summer's gone it never showed it's face Autumn knock, trees bow their heads and nod Another season over a new one to begin What will autumn bring when the harvest is in. From time immemorial to a time whenever Each season follows the last, the circle will end never. To take joy from each season, can be hard to do As we grow with each one, our circle rolls too “In the autumn of our years” never let anyone say that to me I’m spending my circles in the summer now and for all eternity… © ~GG~ 10/09/2012