The Summerfall Fairy
It seems 'twas only yesterday, spring in my garden came to play.
With birds and flowers all about in such a colourful array.
The world and I both young and fair; soft perfume wafted on the air
I faced the world without a care, no hint of silver in my hair.
Days came and went, swiftly time passed, and spring to summer now had flown.
The year and I were now full grown and the seeds for harvest had been sown.
Although some fell on stony ground, most days with laughter still were crowned.
With friendship, family, joy and tears the days of summer did abound.
The younger days, the summer days, are all now softly winding down.
Where all that once was fresh and green is turning russet, gold and brown.
The days grow short, the night draws in, life too grows short to my chagrin.
No longer do I strive to win, for that I seek, I search within.
And so as time sails swiftly by, I am no longer young nor spry
For all that's past I do not sigh, and what is done I don't decry
My days with memories abound and each replay does still astound.
Replete with thoughts that grow profound as still the seasons spin around.
September 14, 2010
Tags: Autumn Time Memories Seasons