A Last Warm Smile

Old bones are aching
Knees sensing seasonal change
A precursor to hibernation
And a berth by a blazing fire
The cookies have emerged from the cupboard depths
Sitting resplendent in a welcoming dish
They await an accompanying cup of tea
As do I
But for now I’ll sit by the window
Watch the autumn leaves
Slowly drift into carpets of tapestry colour
And say goodbye to the summer
With a last warm smile

(Perfect image courtesy of Arrow3 on deviantart.com)

18 thoughts on “A Last Warm Smile

      1. Ahh, that’s a good one–I recently used my arthritic hands for one; it does work well to add those things in.

      1. Tsk tsk tsk..and I’ve been really good today, a vegetarian casserole and herbal teas (just to make you feel extra guilty πŸ˜πŸ˜‚)

  1. Well, I’ve had four cookies today, but I take my coffee black, so that leaves a little leverage room where calories and fat are concerned. I do love this poem, Richard. You’ve touched on almost every aspect of this transition into the VERY BEST of seasons.

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