Today is a day for autumnal feelings:
The old lady in the park will drag her feet through leaves,
And the children playing will scatter fallen branches
A few final whispers of summer hide in long afternoon shade.
Today is a day which will quietly hint at winter
In your ear, as you walk, through evergreen passages
Where the now distant sun, only lightly caresses
You’ll see the last petals fall from the blooms.
Today is a day for thoughtful reminiscences
And silent, internal laughter as you think
Of seasons past and dreams now fading
Warm thoughts bob on a gentle tide of memory
Today is the day of picture postcard sunsets
Caught, when passing, on your camera
Captured and returning each winter day
As you sort through photographs and memories.
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