Weekly poem by Jim Farfaglia

Before they Fade

By Jim Farfaglia

 

The colors of autumn are a brief delight;

here a few days, then gone like the night.

 

Oh, how they shine, but never too long;

something remembered, like an old favorite song.

 

They’re moments in time, gone too fast;

the best of life, a thing of the past.

 

Perhaps this is why we rake them in piles:

to savor their gift, to hold beauty awhile.

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