I feel the first of autumn now
that I have waited for too long
the cooler air is like a song
the spring is distant memory
a breeze alive as youth and hope
has vanished with the strength to cope
I can't recall the daffodil
the rose of May is here no more
the summer bloom has no encore
a certain sadness comes with fall
the year and I can see the end
a cycle I cannot amend
though I embrace the temperate air
I still must grieve for I can see
that winter comes and destiny
and so I have a brand new goal
to savor every taste of fall
before the winter comes to call
the candy corn and Halloween
Thanksgiving Day and Christmas Eve
till years and poets take their leave
the out of doors are calling me
the clear blue sky and afternoon
the stars at night and harvest moon
Beautifully articulated. Though, the current season lacks the joy and resplendent mood of spring, it is worthy of celebration before the onset of a harsher winter. Thanks. I quote: and so I have a brand new goal to savor every taste of fall before the winter comes to call
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A great metaphor to describe our exit from life's experiences.