Reflections and Poetry

Autumn Will Come: a poetic reflection

Autumn comes late

but it does come

Climate change, metabolic change,

Autumn still comes.

Aches and pains

Weight gains and mental blips

every limit that never used to be

comes in Autumn.

Turn a corner

the ’60’s arrive

and Autumn plagues: 

a marking of time.

Too much work never used to be

suddenly — or was it gradually?

limits placed on me.

A long time ago

I never stopped;

Now, I sigh — though not ready to quit

to drop.

Autumn has come

as relentless as I refuse to yield


Knowing time goes on

I try — I hope

to go on:

two more and six

anything more

is a gift

Time — 

winter comes

ending time

to all.