Aging Poem

While not a studied or even dedicated poet I have turned to verse on many occasions, to express an otherwise difficult to describe emotion. I read once that Robert Frost wrote that a poem begins as a lump in the throat. I suspect that is true. This particular poem was inspired by a walk on a path in a wooded park and a picture I took of my parents walking together ahead of me.

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Published: May 2008

We'll Take Fall Together

Shall we take Fall together,
go sifting through the fallen leaves
and gaze upon the golden hues,
while waiting for the freeze?
We walk a little slower now,
our warm days have all but gone,
we will have to bundle up,
now that Fall has come.

Shall we take Fall together
and talk of Summers past?
Our cold season seems to have begun.
unsaid we know it can't last.

When we go back I'll make a fire
against this evening chill.
I'll watch the light dance on your skin
recalling the passions of back when...
and marvel at how you stir me still.

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