by B-Miles Jackson
Following the rode up the hill,
A leaf whirled alone the path.
On the ground fading grass,
Trees surrounded by leaves,
All of autumn colors,
Leaves made brilliant by the sun.
Shade of orange and brown,
Brick red soften by yellowing tips.
Feeling a quiet stillness,
She stood looking outward,
Beauty in the changing season,
Remembering fall brings winter,
Then spring and summer.
A complete cycle--
That starts all over again,
Much like life's winds of time,
She walked the long path back.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Barbara B-Miles Jackson, born in 1948, grew up in Texas, studied poetry as a student in school. The poetry of other poets inspired me to go forward, changing myself when I could not change my situation. I one child and two grandchildren., Later needing a way of expression and focus, I turned to writing poems. Writing reminds me, we must travel through life situations with as much grace and dignity as possible., I started writing in 1995 for an Open Poetry Contest with National and International Library of Poetry. Most In the US and other in Europe.
Last updated April 19, 2015