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.