Autumn Blossoms Poem by Peter S. Quinn

Autumn blossoms deep in shades and hues,
The last farewell of nature's dying art;
Autumn whispers soft in gentle cues,
The final words of love before we part.

We walk along the paths of fallen leaves,
We hold each other close in fading light;
We know the time is short, and nothing cleaves
The bond we share, the warmth we feel tonight.

But soon the winter comes, and all is cold,
The flowers and the trees are bare and still;
The sun is dim, and we are growing old,
The frost is on the window and the sill.

And yet we hope, and yet we do not fear,
For spring will come again, and we'll be here.