COMING OF AUTUMN
The coming of autumn, so good for my soul,
The metallic blue sky, his sweet porcelain smile.
Life the more precious as the years ebb away,
I bask in the cool, giving thanks all the while.
The coming of autumn, the brilliance of the sun.
The burnished leaves tremble,
on waves of parkinson,
Shaking and falling, fulfilling Nature’s plan,
Like I tremble at my lover’s beauty,
standing nude before me as he bravely takes my hand.
The coming of autumn, nature’s great show,
the crunching of morning, the leaves red and amber,
My doctor’s appointments, laced with hope and danger.
The coming of autumn,
so much I dream, so much I fear.
The gentle touch of his magic fingers,
the slow decline of advancing years.
The coming of autumn, so good for my soul,
The majestic blue sky, his broad winning smile.
Life but a dream as I cherish it all,
the magic cornucopia of the sweet abundant fall.
-Bruce Potts
Copyright 2008
ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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