Autumn comes. <br />As one door closes, <br />One door opens to another time, <br />A crystal time of monoshades, <br />of black and white. <br /> <br />After green, after yellow, <br />After orange, after red, <br />After freedom, after warmth. <br /> <br />When Nature comes to rest, <br />We are left to make our way <br />To warmth and color and comfort. <br /> <br />But nothing is forever, <br />So we wait.<br /><br />Fred Babbin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/autumn-88/
