The Autumn Of My Life

A Poem

John O'Neill
Weeds & Wildflowers

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Nature has its autumn
When leaves disconnect from their home
Conveying a certain majesty
Making no sound as they gently float downward
Finally coming to rest
Their colors tell of a life fulfilled
From the glory days when sap flowed freely through their veins
To the faded elegance of maturity
Marked by a different beauty
Highlighted by yellow and orange and brown hues
Ready to nourish the earth in their new incarnation
As my life is now immersed in its own autumn

Looking back brings many memories
Some happy
Others bittersweet
A few sad
First there were the earlier years
The spring time with its richness and innocence
The human rainbows encountered
The ones I helped create
Oh the wildness of those times
When feelings of invincibility held sway
The certainty that days would never end
Hope prevailed

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John O'Neill
Weeds & Wildflowers

Retired human services executive, living in Massachusetts near Boston, trying to be a better human being each day than the day before.