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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