Another autumn rests upon the land,
Quiet and slumberous, ripe and out of time,
The summer a memory, the sun that used to climb
Now southward sinks again, its old command.
For thirty years I’ve known the seasons’ grand
And brilliant goodbye, the final chime
Of life, which turns so quickly from its prime,
Submitting to the laws that none withstand.
I walk this day with you, three autumns less,
You in the hot July of beauty’s pride
And I in August prime. Of happiness
And future things: of children, wonder-eyed,
And autumn age, I think but don’t express.
For I wonder if you’ll still be at my side.
I absolutely love this! "For thirty years I’ve known the seasons’ grand
ReplyDeleteAnd brilliant goodbye, the final chime
Of life, which turns so quickly from its prime,
Submitting to the laws that none withstand." <-- After reading that I thought it couldn't have gotten better... Until I read the final. This is definitely a new favorite of mine.