An Autumn Morning With My Dogs Poem by Phil Soar

A brisk October morning,
The grass bathed in the glow of the sun
Reflecting off the falling leaves
The colours so deep and meaningful
Death becomes them, as they lose their pigment
Crisp under my dogs feet
And brightening up my morning with their glory

A glorious start to another day
Though there are those who will miss this
Trolling off to work in there thousands
Clogging the highways with their gas guzzling motors
Whizzing past on speeding trains as my dogs and I walk by
In fields so colourful it take my breath away
And I wait for my old friends to catch up

Like me, my dogs are ageing now, still we walk
Because not to would be giving in
We trudge along at a snails pace
But not leaving a trail in our wake
Just strolling, taking it all in, storing the memories
I wonder what my dogs think, if they do
But I'm happy to think that, like me, they do

An autumn morning, with my dogs.