Autumn
Autumn is moving on
Golden leaves swirling
Flower heads fading
Rotting apples on the ground
And I am still around.
Evenings now are chilly
Darkness coming early
Sun appears less brilliant
Biting winds abound
And I am still around.
To cherish every moment
Of ever-changing season;
To feel life’s earthly pleasures
In the autumn of my years I’ve found
I’m mighty glad I’m still around.
© Vi Woodhouse
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