Autumn Moments
Third to the Seasons' Quartet
Autumn Moments
November, 4th 2013
Foliage, decaying,
But not yet dead
As our memories fade
Though not yet gone
This time, we cherish,
Surrounded by the forest,
But trees prevent us
From viewing it all
Stop, to breathe,
Soak it up, let it in,
Move, again,
Mean something
Every moment is here
All at once, we perceive the time
That separates
Past, present, and future
So know, and feel,
All around you is within as well,
Every Autumn Moment
Is wise in its own right
The Spring Birth
Led to those Summer Days,
And after these Autumn Moments,
Winter Slumber shall clutch us tight
About the Creator
Thor Grey (G. Steven Moore)
Since 1991, this compassionate writer has grown through much adversity in life. One day it will culminate on his final day on Earth, but until then, we learn something new every day and we all have something to offer to others as well.
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