A rustling breeze is stirring trees,
It hastens falling autumn leaves.
Here comes those stirring memories,
That lets the past unfold.
I yearn for them, from time to time.
They come to me, as if in mime
And flow together, like a rhyme,
A treasure to behold.
I sort the pleasant from the sad,
Discard the doleful, keep the glad;
Aware that many I have had
Are from a differing mold.
A pleasure can be had from this,
Much joy, contentment, even bliss;
I try, but seldom can resist
These treasures to behold-
This comfort for the old.
2003
Brilliant work! I love its cadence and the message that it conveys.
Autumn's mellow melody memories fond drift like autumn leaves sun-kissed yellows from an aspen tree float on air sighs and rasp of leaves under-feet a beautiful nature poem, I enjoyed reading it.
A delightful poem Jo, memories both good and bad can be so important to our lives.
An excellent poem Joseph, memories are often all that we are left with as we grow old and suffer loss.
I love you Joseph Anderson! I haven't been on this site for a while for various reasons, but when I do the first thing I read is this lovely poem, which filled my heart up!
i'm glad i waited 10 years, from the writing of this, to read it; it was worth the wait. loved it. so i guess old guys (and gals) can still be good for somethin'. thanks for sharing, finally! another oldie but goodie on ph is adeline foster. she also gets into the memories swing of things. i'm still a youngster (65) . :) added to MyPoemList.
A beautiful poem rendering the falling of leaves to memories past. Not all trees lose their foliage during the winter months but the majority of them do. The essence of youth is vitality and the flavor of old age is the joy of having lived. Be thankful. I have a poem titled Be Thankful please take a look when you have time. Really enjoyed your poem Joseph.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
If it wasn't for the aches and pains old age would be the best time for me.