Some Days are Autumn

Autumn Leaves by Fiona Lovell Horning

Some days are autumn

No matter if January or May

Brilliant golden and red, a sapphire sky

Tender, fragile, beauty,

A memory

Knowing that time is short,

That nights will be long

the snow deep

Hoping to hold on

Eventually

Accepting

Limitation

Confronting the close.

Kissing the moment.