Girl of a different Era

Alas, the autumn months of bittersweet longing
Like a hesitant hope, on the cusp of prolonging.
The crimson leaves rush to embrace the ground,
Like them, how we all long to be found.

The foolish trees as innocent as a youth
Have never grasped the foreboding truth.
After the colors, comes winter's abandon, cold and bare.
Will we all, like them, wake to find ourselves there?

Will we find enraptured autumn followed by bitter snow?
It's happened to us before, more often then you know.
How I envy those trees in the rash days of fall 
Their ignorance a bliss greater then as all.

Yet, come winter, fall, summer or spring
The journey is still the greatest thing.
A journey may twist, a path may end
Still, we all travel with a message to send.

And if this road would end tomorrow
I would not stop today, to borrow,
For this is the sweetest journey I've ever tred
Each step like a ray of sun leading me ahead.

So let us each walk our appointed road
Let us walk together and share the load.
For tomorrow may bring a different sun
A new journey that has just begun. 

                                                                  -MGM    



(Painting: "Autumn Leaves" by: Tom Scott, 1902)