It's Autumn

And nature's
palette
spills the
landscape.

In fields,
pumpkins glow
the colour of sun
and birds are
winging
past this place.

We pace the time
    spring forward
         fall backward

In my summer time
my footsteps lilted;
now, steps falter.
       And it was
in summer that my
colour glowed.

Now, colour fades
and my fruit
that once swelled
has grown slack
and another nest
has been abandoned.