Never mine to hold, <br />it soon ran its course; <br />faded and disappeared <br />without so much as a word. <br /> <br />Youth made passage <br />with little ceremony; <br />caught me off guard <br />how hard it would be to let go. <br /> <br />Memories of other Springs <br />other warm Summer days <br />still have a life of their own, <br />but the young girl <br />that lived them is gone. <br /> <br />It's now Autumn <br />that rests here in my eyes, <br />and winter waits <br />not too far behind.<br /><br />Carolyn Brunelle<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-is-here/
