One set of footprints,
At the end a lonely man.
Such is autumn sand.
Category: Poetry
Autumn breezes blow
Autumn breezes blow
Golden leaves fly to and fro
Darker days are nigh
Recall the summer
Recall the summer
Walking round the upland lake.
Peace to meditate.
Beside narrow paths
Beside narrow paths
Blackberries turning colour
Ready to make pie
Momentary lapse
Momentary lapse
I didn’t see it coming
Autumn has arrived
