it aint our summer no more
but still the sun shines
for you and me it's autumn
golden days are shorter now
but fielding colours all the richer
they say its the most beautiful of seasons
and now i know why
the rush of spring growth was exciting
then blazing summer burned away
our energy sapped before we knew it
but here we are, quietly alive,
enriched by those yesterdays
learning the true value of our lives together
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A lovely poem giving value to the autumn of life and love.
Great work - so well expresses what so many of us think about the Autumn of our lives - mind you not I'm looking forward to winter !!
Beautiful loving write.
vivid
The ever changing seasons are a great metaphor for our ever changing feelings. I enjoyed your writing.
Love the creativity in your words
This says a lot, I love it
I was wowed by your poem. Thank you for sharing it.
Having someone to follow the path with makes the journey so much richer.
I am kinda glad I found this on the run up to Spring... it gives a little hope during what can be a very deceiving time of year.... N
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