These are poems for autumn. They are about change, but also about finding peace in nature and accepting the changing seasons of time and age.
(Since I already jumped off the high diving board and wrote a diary with one of my poems, I thought I'd keep swimming and diary a few more).
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It is that silent hour
when darkness falls
and the wind catches
the last breath of light.
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Bending down,
turning into the wind,
I feel autumn leaves falling
new seasons approaching.
I mourn the loss of old ones,
turning still into the passage of time,
wondering about days that hold still
and are then gone by.
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Slowly life moves on
gently gathering strength
as it moves from shore to shore.
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Cynthia White.