Fred Babbin - Autumn

Autumn comes.
As one door closes,
One door opens to another time,
A crystal time of monoshades,
of black and white.

After green, after yellow,
After orange, after red,
After freedom, after warmth.

When Nature comes to rest,
We are left to make our way
To warmth and color and comfort.

But nothing is forever,
So we wait.

Fred Babbin

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