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Poetry about , A passing in Autumn

Updated on September 24, 2015

If we could fast forward to a winter day
we would see autumn in slow motion
it seems that's just how quickly it goes
as if a magic a fleeting potion

A snow line quickly moving down the high
and hardwood slopes
as the leaves fall as one leaving the
last trees in fleeting hopes

And all of it together so briefly these
amber waves of wheat flow in gentle breeze
or the green green hay fields
waiting for harvest at my knees

Sometimes I mark melancholy seasons perhaps
just to see how many more
I may or may not survive at all until
I reach some distant door

But if life delivers me any mercy at all
I might then die in September
So that the greatest beauty of life
was mine
just mine to remember


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      ahorseback 2 years ago

      Gypsy ,Ill bet you at one time we were jumping in leaves at the same time ! LOL .

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      Gypsy Rose Lee 2 years ago from Riga, Latvia

      A most lovely and poignant autumn poem. Left me with memories of jumping through colorful autumn leaves.

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      ahorseback 2 years ago

      I know Ruby , I'm feeling it too !

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      Ruby Jean Fuller 2 years ago from Southern Illinois

      September colors are beautiful but I know winter follows and I'm not a fan. I like your melancholy poem.

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      ahorseback 2 years ago

      Graham , I really appreciate that ! What would we do but for autumn !

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      ahorseback 2 years ago

      Perspycasious, Thank you so much , Yeaaa !for September babies !

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      Graham Lee 2 years ago from Lancashire. England.

      Hi Ed. Another absolute delight. I am always transported to the place of which you write, you certainly have the touch.

      voted up and all.


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      Demas W Jasper 2 years ago from Today's America and The World Beyond

      Nicely composed on this beautiful subject. Lucky me, I was born in September and celebrate then each closing year.