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



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