Quietly sitting alone in my garden with a glass of wine and my thoughts this Labour Day


September Memories

The days are somewhat shorter now
The garden tends toward over ripe
It seems that time is running slow
As leaves fall from silent lofty heights

Soon an autumn fire will fill the hearth
Frost will filigree the window panes
Thoughts of harvest and All Hallows’ eve
Reminisces of leaf smoke and sap stains

Snow my long lost lover returns
As memory serves long walks with her
This soft and gentle September day
Of pensive silence and memories dear




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Written on 2020-09-07 at 23:06

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jim The PoetBay support member heart!
What a soft and gentle and appreciative poem. Peaceful to read.
2020-09-09