autumn

sit here this autumn, looking back on life,
my spring and summer come and gone,
mindful that It wont be long before
mid-winter’s here and finds me wrapped
in fluffy socks, fur-lined boots and Fair
Isle woollen sweater, toes and fingers
tightly crossed, waiting for March hares
and warmer weather.

the wheel of life keeps turning; life’s
candle keeps on burning, more now
a fearful flicker than a fearless flame.

meanwhile the raging fire, that drives
the rush of time, burns faster and of
memories, good and bad, buried deep
inside my aging mind, oft I catch a
glimpse through autumn’s glaze and rime.

@ rowland paul hill  1 October 2018