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
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Author:
Alfred Peyer (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 28th, 2018 00:45
- Category: Reflection
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Comments5
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.
Thanks Goldie, when you are right you are right!!! I'll send you a card for your 100th!
I will do the same.
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.
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!
Actually so am I Fred - I just love the warmth
A fine write Fred. You must cut down on smoking there (??) heehee.
Thanks orchie, what I am talking about is 'holy smoke'!!! 🙂
When the curtain comes down, we'll all take our final bow. Excellent Fred.
Thanks AP, may the curtain stay up for you for a long long time!
And you as well Fred.
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!
Thanks da! We can always hope, can we? But I am sure your tree will be beautiful!
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