Cowers from encroaching night
Crouched at the edge of autumn glaze
Has blazed its last and died
Golden haze hangs like a veil
Mists over, I close the scene
The skin of my hand is thin as an autumn leaf
I realise. I’ve lost track of time
I’m entering autumn too
Through many seasons
A past of springs and summers
Too, have coloured me
But I have made it to my autumn
Embracing this shimmering change
Accepting my autumnal shades.
The scene outside again and breathe
I look forward to morning's amber light.