Poems Are Like Memories

Poems are like memories They get lost one by one Like falling autumn leaves Sometimes seem almost done Yellow brown red scent Into the footsteps going What was suggested or meant When life its pace is slowing The music for no instrument Only the colors bleaching In garden's rainy days relent When to the end it’s reaching In the flower seeds of tomorrow That cautiously life prolongs A hope of a dream to borrow With next year's springtime songs Poems that now have begun With shadings falling silence Within the autumn shadowed sun In nearness hue light blench A light from a curving rainbow Coming on with its pearly string Afternoons ending glow Soon to the winter shall sing