The very first
hint of Autumn
Is seen on the
garden shed:
The old Virginia
Creeper
Is turning a
beautiful red.
Late September's
leaves
Drift slowly to
the ground,
Forming a colorful
carpet
As they fall
without a sound.
How much we loved
this season;
The lovely mellow
days;
Walking through
fields of gold
Before we went our
separate ways.
As softly from the
shadows
There came a
gentle call;
You closed your
eyes, fell asleep
And quietly left
us all.
Now as I watch the
fading leaves
I feel the tear
drops start;
For the memory of
each Autumn
Lives forever in
my heart.
Copyright Marian
Jones
http://www.mariansworldofpoetry.com
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