Dear Molly,
I feel the autumn coming
Long before I see.
The noise of the summer fades
Peace begins to fall.
I remember in autumn
The memories hang low.
When autumn leaves start to fall
Why does it get me?
Melancholy mist comes down
I know it so well.
The leaves; some green, some yellow
Soon they’ll all be gone.
And so will my doubts and fears
But they will be back.
Maybe they won’t be the same
I pause and reflect.
The leaves are red and orange.
It is now their time.
As they all lift on the wind
Then fall to the ground,
I can finally exhale
I try to let go.
I’m more myself again now
I smile at the clouds
And Autumn, she smiles at me.
Her smokey air will clear
And big skies give me new hope
That I’ll be ok
And as;
nights grow long and days grow short
Nothing is certain……
……but hope, and spring.
All my love, Mummy x
Photos - Autumn sunset, at home in Brinkley. Oliver’s new dragonfly friend at university. You and Milly. You and your cousins at Nana’s birthday lunch and big autumn skies at home ~ September 2018
"For last year's words belong to last year's language
And next year's words await another voice.
And to make an end is to make a beginning." ~ Little Gidding, T.S. Eliot
