Autumn

falling leaves drifting down

colours of rust passing by

days grow short

nights become cold

winters song is calling



tis the season of life

for remembering, reflecting

taking pleasure in past abundance

a time of rest, as life wanes

or so it should be



branches are bare and twisted

pain etched across the bark

a new beauty emerges

in the quiet, new portals open

new journeys await



upon this threshold we stand

harvesting what’s left of life

and the fruits born overtime

hoping this elixir will suffice

to sustain the last leg of our journey

© 2018 michael d emmerich

© 2018 mikesnexus.com

autumn leaves

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