My Autumn


Cooler weather.

Windows open.

Breezes enter.


It is fall…for the earth

And for me.

This is the fall of my life.


Like a leaf that has been too long

On the tree,

I have begun to dry up


But, oh…

Look at my colors!


I may not be new.

No longer supple.

Youth left a season ago.


Yet, I have become

More interesting.

Something to press between the pages.


This is a time

I will savor

For the winter of my life.


Holly Y. Smith

6 thoughts on “My Autumn”

  1. Holly you write just how I feel.
    It’s beautiful, keep it up. I’ll visit here often. 😊

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