The Autumn of Life


Red, Orange, Gold
The canopy trees are showing off again.
The air is crisp
Like the creases on your new trousers
or,
The pleats of her skirt

When Lorraine turns her head and laughs
You see her joy and wonder. Visible as
rising puffs of vapor
tangled in her curls.
Ephemeral, Fleeting, Momentary

Breathe deeply – take it all in – remember the moment.


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