DEEP IN AUTUMN
(Written in honor of a splendid autumn day in
Northern Alabama, on October 27, 1991)
I remember the day,
As I blissfully walked in her beauty.
I was deeper in autumn than I had ever hoped to be,
Gathering memories that filled my heart for many years after…
I was
Deep in autumn…
Deep in her breast,
Of comforting gold’s, oranges, and reds.
I sensed
Her woodsy aromas…
Of softened air and forested paths
Whose leaves had been sounded and rearranged.
I felt
Alive, in the crispness
Of her dawning days,
And fully clouded nights.
Nurtured,
As a trusted dear companion
That stayed with me when I needed them the most…
In the quietude of winter and my own softened days.
© Copyright 2014
Myra Wexler Darwish
Nicely penned.
Ron