Photo: copyright James Rainsford
In almost the last sun of summer
As leaves turn to gold in its light
We walk towards winter with longing
For lost seasons of earthly delight.
A past when each step had a purpose
And days could endure for years,
We played in the sunshine not knowing
That fevers and time would bring tears.
Now that our seasons are fewer
We’ve learned to mourn each passing day,
And must live with our future diminished
By time’s relentless decay.
©James Rainsford 2012
Note to readers: This is one of my favourite photographs. Beth's prompt has given me the perfect opportunity to pen a new poem inspired by this image.
I'm pleased to link it to NWCU Autumn Kick-Off. Thanks Beth for the prompt. Kind regards to all, James.