(I WROTE THIS WHILST LIVING AT MY LAST PLACE)
As August drew to a close,
The Summer sun declined.
The season of Autumn is here,
Many memories come to mind.
Gone are the bluebells from the woods,
A picture close to my heart.
The birds migrate to sunnier climates,
They're making an early start.
The squrrels are hiding food,
To last the winter and fall.
I love to watch them from the window
As they clamber the trees so tall.
The discarded leaves have begun to fall,
From the sad looking trees.
I sweep them from my pathway,
So they don't reach my knees.
Autumn is the season
My loved one went away.
He used to love this season
As he lived from day to day.
"Forever Autumn " was his favourite song
This I do recall.
I hope your Autumn is just grand,
My friends so dear, one and all.
Copyright Yvonne Lewis: