THE AUTUMN YEARS


by: Grace E. Easley


Beyong us lie the Autumn years,
Almost before we knew,
An older, somber grey replaced
The younger skies of blue.

God's paintbox over-turned among
The yet uncolored days,
And from the hills and roadsides,
The reds and ambers blaze.

The russet brown of falling leaves,
Sifts down about our feet,
Frost glistens in the sunlight,
The mood is strangely sweet.

Who would have guessed a bird song,
Could move the heart to tears?
Life weaves her richest patterns
When we reach the Autumn years.


Poem Index 3
Home


1
Hosted by www.Geocities.ws