Long the summer blossoms kissed
the morning dew and mountain mist
The young leaves grew to mighty green
and meadow larks sang like meadow larks sing

Now summer's breeze turns from new
to a thin pale shade of cool crisp blue
The evening sky is clear and bright
But quickly now day fades to night

Autumn's touch is sweet to ponder
Why is this time a time to wonder?
Could it be that fall as age
provides a time to consider the stage?

A man of years can look about
and consider his path, consider his route
A moment spent is not just lost
A moment spent buys life at cost

To stop and listen to no sound at all
creates a spark, though very small
It lights ones spirit, it slows the pace
that's often quickened by summer's race

Spring's fresh love is good to know
Summer's nurture and winter's snow
But to feel the curve of autumn's hand
is to stop and know the fall in man.

07/08/2010

Posted on 07/08/2010
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