BrooksLooks @ Autumn

INTO THE AUTUMN
Brooks Bradbury

a wince too painful
not to notice
sudden stabs
of hidden hurt
presage one’s
reluctant arrival
in middle age
foretelling storms
an upside plus
bones pre-ache
reminding us
like an early warning
signal flare
to live it up
while you’re still there
a final fling
live earnestly
and
honestly
forthrightly
we implore each other
and we allow
our time grows short
even now
hold onto me
the best is coming
yet to be
I hope
one day we will see
through autumn’s
arrival
auspiciously
we live forward
in a season new
life’s expectancy
comes into view
we’ll warm our hands
at life’s sweet fire
through autumn leaves
of red and gold
we’ll dance
and laugh
at getting old

© Copyright 2014 Brooks Bradbury, BROOKS LOOKS

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