With the hazy days of summer gone,
the days grow short, the night times long.
Leaves on trees that were vibrant and green,
now red, gold and brown, soon not seen.
Creatures prepare for winter's long sleep,
food hidden, it's now autumn's keep.
No longer the flutter of butterflies,
just rainy days from darkened skies.
Flowers that bloomed, reduced to a husk,
blowing in shadow in the low sun of dusk.
Windows stay shut, to keep out the cold,
time for warmth, for both young and old.
The harvest season has all but gone,
a few autumn raspberries all that hang on.
winter draws near, the snowfall will come,
hot toddies, Christmas, best time for some.
Three seasons passed, now at years end,
but the cycle of life is a most reliable friend.

My feelings are hard to put into words
Sometimes it just feels so right
When I get home and I’m tired and weak
At the very end of the night
I make myself coffee and something to eat
To go at my own steady pace
Writing my poems is important to me
Without them I’d feel out- of- place
Being able to set myself free
Is something I did not know!
Just writing my poems whenever I can
Gives my ability room to grow
I hope that my poems are good to read
The way I meant them to be
As much as I enjoy writing them
Without you they’re just not me!

Getting up in the mornings
is essential to your health.
All those early dawnings,
will offer you a wealth,
of golden opportunities
as pure as the rising sun,
and give you daily fortuities
until your day is done.

Midday is also vital
for the life that you will lead
this time of day by title
can deliver all you need
Lunch with friends and colleagues
or a casual stroll in the park
may help dissipate all fatigues
it can light up your heart when dark

But dusk can be the most beautiful
for it’s when the stars come out
so your thinking is less dutiful
you make time to think about
the day that has just been and gone
to look at how it went
and fix anything that may be wrong
this makes it heaven sent