Autumn

I take in the beauty of the many coloured leaves, jubilant to behold such splendour

However almost dejected, I have a feeling of melancholy

Summer is coming to an end, and so much more seems to be discontinued with the change of the season

The birds are in flight, it fills me with a foreboding

Autumn I have lost much to you

The magic spells of summers' care free days are beginning to wane

Time to prepare for the coming winter

And yet there is a sense of excitement with the changes occurring about me

With summers' passing there are new sensations

Although I mourn for the loss of summer, the release of heated night fancy

Time to face the cold realities of the coming winter

To learn to cope, not to hibernate when daunted

It is up to me to make the choice

Douglas A. Walker

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