Ghosts of Autumn


One day, if you're lucky,

you may, as I am now,

approach Autumn in your Autumnal years

and feel its full blown beauty as

if for its first time.

And, feeling like part of

some long novel; a protagonist of

some kind,  though,

not

not the only one.

And glad not to be because

All the mists who appear like ghosts

you know are not forgotten, lost or lonely,

They are remembered and live amongst us,

Walking gently, kindly to remind us.

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