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Autumn's Demise
Rain drops lightly tap on my
window, each clear drop of life
sustaining fluid quickly form
into a strange pattern on the
cold window pane.
The autumn colors of bright red, yellow,
and gold have faded and fallen from
the giant ancient oaks.
A brisk wind silently blow the
multi-colored leaves. They whirl,
swirl and take flight…
landing where...
No one knows!
There's a quietness about it all…
as sadness and loneliness slowly
unfolds, the warm days of
autumn have now passed and
the cold winter wind will soon
produce blankets of deep white
snow that will once again chill
my poor aging soul.
Jackie R. Kays
© October-2009
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