As I look out into the silent glade.
I see Trees resting bare.
The burden of their offspring,
reared through the Summer…….gone.
The Autumn of their lives.
Scattered beneath, golden brown.
I feel their warmth upon my soul.
The landscape of my being mirrored there before me,
still and silent……..resting.
Waiting for a Season coming.
Whilst Evergreens stand guard.
Waiting for birth……waiting
Waiting for a new beginning.
Tony Clabby, 87, cares for his 93 year old wife in The Liberties, Dublin
Beautiful poem, thought provoking, keep on writing.