THE AFTERNOON IN
AUTUMN
The afternoon in autumn
Is often still and deep
Even children’s laughter
With wisdom, seems to speak.
The long and lingering shadows,
Getting longer by the day,
Remind us that, like summer,
All things will pass away.
And in that somewhat sacred
space,
Between the light and dark,
The warming glow inspires us
To be, to leave our mark.
A child, a tree, a manuscript,
Hard-fought battles won,
What will be remembered
When the day is done?
Someday I’ll be gone from here
No longer moved by fall
Joy and sorrow become one
Or you have not lived at all.
M.
Irene Daniel, 2012
And you say I write well? I am so printing this out and putting it on my bulletin board!
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