Autumn

Yet again as the sun sets,

I admire the brilliant red the sky gets.

I feel a chill in the air.

Is it time winter sets?

The trees have their leaves shed.

Leaves, that had turned a bright red.

Walking down the lonely road,

I see red all around me.

Leaves blew in the wind.

The chill makes me hold on to my sweater.

A few shivering young ones without a heater,

Make me feel sorry and tugs my heart.

Wish I could help them and keep them warm.

Find them a shelter so they are safe from harm.

But, alas I am now old.

Do not wander alone many times I am told.

This face, is now a wrinkly crisscrossed maze.

Sign of years I have seen and through rough patches, I've been.

Now, in the autumn of my life,

Everything's a mess and all seems rife.

I await to look with strained eyes,

Once again at the blue skies.

Trees green and pretty,

The birds chirpy and merry.

I await the Spring

And the smile on my lips it brings.