Autumn And Age Poem by Phil Soar

The leaves are falling now
The colours so vibrant
Not imaginary
Images of death as their use now has passed
Shedding them is no longer a mystery to me
As age has crept up on me I wonder
Is this why my hair has shed?

Only, the spring sees the leaves return
Though my hair does not
Unlike the trees
There will be no return to last spring for me
I will remain bereft of some cover
And the spring winds will chill my head
And I don't like hats
Or Balaclavas

How many Autumns have I felt sorry for trees
And them for me?

Not likely I guess
As they shut down to sleep for a few months
As the leaves keep falling until there are none
Unlike my hair
There are a few strands
I try and over-comb them
I look silly
Not like the trees
Which look great
No matter the time of year