In Australia we are heading into summer, but I wrote this in 2009 as we were in our Autumn and I share it now for those friends in the Northern Hemisphere for whom it is Autumn.

MISTS OF AUTUMN

Sitting at my desk

I look out across the scene,

The empty seat, the mists that rise

And I wonder what they mean.

I see her sitting there

And yet I know it cannot be.

For many years have gone

Since she walked with me.

I feel her tender touch

As she would take my hand and walk,

Sometimes in quiet solitude

And yet at times we would talk.

I look again and see her leaving~

But she was never in this place,

She turns and smiles at me

I remember her lovely face.

Seasons come and seasons go

The mists rise and fall,

Yet she visits me so often

Such memories I recall.

"Tis only in this season

When autumn chills the air

That she makes her presence felt,

And shows her tender care.

It is my favourite season

And I know she loved it too,

So we share a rendezvous,

In the mists and in the dew.

She was special in my life

And loved me like no other,

I am proud to see her in the mist  ~

My precious, much loved Grandmother.

© Linda J. Vaughan

May 3rd. 2009

Love and hugs,

"Autumn, the year's last, loveliest smile."

William Cullen Bryant