Final Flight

FredPeyer

Leaves quietly abandoning

Their birthplaces on a branch

In the autumn of their lives

Dancing through the air

Towards a predetermined

Future of decay and renewal

 

Birds collecting in amazing flocks

Getting ready with much noise

To leave behind this summer’s

Nesting places, feeding grounds

And birth places of their young

Charting familiar routes south

 

For us, the autumn of our lives

Is a very special time

Filled with memories of yore

Introspective times when

Time slows down opening up

Pathways into our hearts and minds

 

Teaching us what is important and

What does not matter at all

Helping us to see the good

To appreciate ourselves and others

Making us grateful for every minute

We were allowed to be in the light

 

And like the leaves we will one day

Begin our dance towards finality

Like the birds we will get ready

To leave everything behind

And take off with great fanfare

On our last and final flight

  • Author: Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 28th, 2018 00:45
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 23
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Comments5

  • Goldfinch60

    Wonderful write Fred, we are both in the autumn of our lives but hoping that winter is a long way ahead, we still have so much to do and to enjoy.

    • FredPeyer

      Thanks Goldie, when you are right you are right!!! I'll send you a card for your 100th!

      • Goldfinch60

        I will do the same.

      • Michael Edwards

        Great work Fred and at the end of it all:

        On a winters day
        at close of play
        in a wood cachet
        wherein I lay
        interred in clay.

        • FredPeyer

          Thanks Michael, in my case I don't have to worry about clay or any other kind of dirt, I am going to go up in smoke!

          • Michael Edwards

            Actually so am I Fred - I just love the warmth

          • orchidee

            A fine write Fred. You must cut down on smoking there (??) heehee.

            • FredPeyer

              Thanks orchie, what I am talking about is 'holy smoke'!!! 🙂

            • Accidental Poet

              When the curtain comes down, we'll all take our final bow. Excellent Fred.

              • FredPeyer

                Thanks AP, may the curtain stay up for you for a long long time!

                • Accidental Poet

                  And you as well Fred.

                • dusk arising

                  I doubt a final fanfare, I doubt even i shall enjoy that final flight but i'm sure you're right.
                  I hope the 'tree' which grows from my rotted leaf bears a far finer foliage than i ever was.
                  Very thought provoking writing sir!

                  • FredPeyer

                    Thanks da! We can always hope, can we? But I am sure your tree will be beautiful!



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