Autumn Poems

And when Autumn returns . . . .


And the heathered hills change their hue to gold;

Mellowing sunshine ripens growing vines;

And when fields of wheat are harvested and stored -

     Will you still remember me?


When the swallows head for southern climes;

Squirrels busily store nuts for cold winter days;

And when trees turn fiery russet and drop their leaves -

     Will you still remember me?  


When the churches are decorated with flowers;

Bountiful harvests are displayed with pride

And when hymns of harvest thanksgiving are sang -

     Will you still remember me?


When the stealthy winds blow across my grave;

The chilly October days draw in and fires are lit

And when I no longer share this fire with you –


                 And when Autumn returns . .


                              Whisper my name . . .


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