Mid September

  Outside the car yellow leaves are Falling for the first and millionth time. Lining the gutters, telling the stories Of hand in hand lovers, Of Wellington- clad daughters and mothers. Reminding us, as they do, that life Starts over again in Autumn too, As the debris of a glistening, glittering summer passes silently  through, And we learn to let brief wonders go.   Advertisements Continue reading Mid September