Bob Gibson

Rookie (25 April 1946 / Billingham County Durham)

Autumn Of Our Lives - Poem by Bob Gibson

Its Autumn now and its the season
I'm getting old and there's a reason
Were casting off our summers bloom,
Amongst falling leaves I feel in tune
Leaves are falling, disrobing the tree
My hair turning silver, in sympathy
Winds of change are in the air
Stripping us of our summer flare
A gunmetal sky at mornings half light
Heralds the winters darkest night
No birds sing to welcome the day
Migrations begun they're on their way
Second year branches they start breaking
Like my old bones they start aching
We both are rooted to this place
Together the winter we will face

Comments about Autumn Of Our Lives by Bob Gibson

  • (12/27/2008 9:44:00 PM)

    Love the poem and love 'the silver hair in sympathy.'
    Autumn can be fun too, we can get away with a lot more than the young ones can.
    I hope you are enjoying the holidays.
    Love, Irene xx
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  • (11/26/2008 11:03:00 PM)

    great expression......espesicaly towards the end... (Report) Reply

  • (9/13/2008 10:15:00 PM)

    the last two lines are great...reflect the essense of love and sincerity that glorify a true married life...a very good write, Bob...Ten for your poem (Report) Reply

  • Fay Slimm (8/10/2008 4:26:00 AM)

    Bob this has excellent imagery. The subject is handled in a poignant style, it reminds me of the one I posted on the same subject but dealt with from a different angle. Have a read and see what you think. Called - Vote for Youth -. I love your rhyming symmetry, you make it look as if you find it so easy. A ten from me. (Report) Reply

  • (6/18/2008 2:40:00 PM)

    We are only as old as we feel. An exceptional write.. I loved the 'disrobing the tree' baring it of potential disguise.. like losing our hair in sorts..This is one of my favourites of yours so far...I look forward to future reads..Nicely Done! (Report) Reply

  • (4/29/2008 1:11:00 PM)

    Age is a state of mind. The question should be' how old would you be, if you didn't know how old you were? ' (Report) Reply

  • (4/19/2008 4:28:00 AM)

    one day we all will feel the same..... touching (Report) Reply

  • (4/16/2008 1:57:00 PM)

    Excellent discription of the comming of Fall....... Very gently penned with a touch of sadness to say goodby to the summer and spring.......

    Bonnie Collins
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, April 16, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, July 18, 2008

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