This time of year, when the air is clear
and the skies are sharp and blue
takes me to, a time with you
and days that we spent here
As winter looms, my autumn blooms
to show us what We’ve lost
reminding me, what I didn’t see
a treasure in the frost.
And is this why, before we die
we give one final bloom
So you might see what’s really me
One time before goodbye
My colours will, remind you still
when love was just a child
And we could be, whatever we
wanted or desired
So winter comes, and we succumb
the final gasp we give
is Autumn’s breath before our death
To prove that we did live
So standing still in Woodland’s chill
and hearing not a sound
that finally, You’ll remember me
When Autumn comes around
James Wilkinson Autumn 2010
