30 September 2025

it's fall again


will you come with me past the old oak tree
where the shivering aspen stand
when the frosty breeze stirs up the leaves
we can walk together hand in hand

as the shadows grow there are things you know
that I long to hear spoken softly
let the dying day whisk your cares away
give your heart to me so freely

it's the time of year when the end is near
and your soul feels the weight of time
with a dying grace and a warm embrace
we can find the sad sublime

the leaves that fall from the trees so tall
tell of glories that are past
of long summer days far from winter's gaze
and the shadows that it casts

I wonder still when I feel the chill
how my heart can thrill with pain
thinking of your smile that you shared awhile
though you never come again

in this season's change with its weather range
my emotions ebb and flow
and though lonely now I find hope somehow
something buried deep will grow

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