It is autumn

First Sunday morning

where the air smells autumn soft

and grey sky give way to

blue punctuated with Simpsons clouds.

By late afternoon my shadow

is so long that cars drive over it

while I am out for a walk.

I look down at it stretching

before me and my head

is a long way away.

This distance between me and my head

can only be a good thing.

While autumn is about nature

getting ready for winter’s sleep

it is the time of year that gives me most hope.

This may augur well

for my own twilight years

if I am lucky enough to have them.