I always loved the autumn
But in the autumn of my life
The falling leaves are painful
And the branches bare are rife
Nests are void and barren
The wind is cold and raw
The echo of birdsong a memory
Except for the raven’s caw
Golden hues that once gave comfort
Now seem dark and grey and dead
I hope that winter takes me
Or storms clear the way ahead
Jan 27
Jan 27, 2026 at 11:51 AM UTC
I always loved the autumn
But in the autumn of my life
The falling leaves are painful
And the branches bare are rife
Nests are void and barren
The wind is cold and raw
The echo of birdsong a memory
Except for the raven’s caw
Golden hues that once gave comfort
Now seem dark and grey and dead
I hope that winter takes me
Or storms clear the way ahead