Mid September – a poem

 

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 the glistening,

Glittering seasons passes quietly through,

And we learn to let such brief wonders go.

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