Mornings have gotten
a little darker;
the light of day
a little shorter.

Wiping the dust
from these abandoned memoirs;
fingerprints remaining
on the discarded history.

Autumn leaves departing
from the dying trees.
The ground saturated by
the fallen.

Our time has ended.

Watching nature say goodbye;
listening to the message
of a season’s eulogy.

Published by David W. Jones

David is a writer and blogger who enjoys creating literary expressions about everyday life. He is a published poet and currently doing reviews, creative writing, and storytelling. David's interests include narrating point-of-view scenarios, documenting non-fiction, and writing scripts for film and television. View all posts by David W. Jones