Midlife

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DawnJ
DawnJ
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I am
The beginning of Autumn.
My leaves
Are just starting to turn,
Their fall
Still some way distant,
The breath
Of change still faintly warm
Upon my tongue.

I am
The yellowing, golding leaves,
Bright still
With the light of the midday sun,
Warm yet
With its noonday fire.
My change
Is heat and primal passion,
Beautiful and bold.


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DawnJ
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erectus123erectus123over 8 years ago
well

done riff on an old theme, but compare to a more original riff by Dylan Thomas,

"Do not go gentle into that good night, Old age should burn and rave at close of day; Rage, rage against the dying of the light. Though wise men at their end know"

demure101demure101over 8 years ago
Erupting

Into a riot of gold!