MISTS OF 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 walk. 

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

AUTUMN CALLING

AUTUMN CALLING

The seasons now are changing

And autumn calls my name,

She wears her red gold gown

And I recall her fame.

I trace again in memory

The changing of the years

When summer turned to autumn

And left some cold and icy fears.

The leaves are changing on the trees

And my life is changing too

So many things are different ~

But I remember you.

I remember all the friendship

The love, the trust and care.

The dark and gloomy times for me

When always you were there.

I remember all the anxious times

When you helped me face my fears,

The days and nights you cared enough

To wipe away my tears.

The wind is cool and days grow short

An empty home where laughter dwelt

Quieter times and passing seasons

In a house where love was felt.

I’ve watched them grow and leave the nest

To fly and soar above,

I gave them roots to anchor them

But mostly I gave them love.

I gave them wings and see them flying

And living their lives well.

I hope they know how proud I am ~

I hope that they can tell.

So as Autumn calls my name once more

I cherish this special season

It brings a mellow wistfulness

It gives my heart a reason.

© Linda J. Vaughan

3rd. April 2006

THE AUTUMN FAIRY

THE AUTUMN FAIRY

I am the fairy of Autumn

A season I love well,

I love the pretty colours

As you can surely tell.

I wear such special gowns

And wear dresses by the score,

In misty golden colours

As I have done before.

I walk beside the river

And watch the leaves drift by,

I look at the many colours

In the Autumn Sky.

I wrap myself up warmly

When the Autumn winds blow,

It is a special time of year,

But this you surely know.

The earth is damp and cool

And as I fly through the trees,

I watch the final leaves fall down

In the gentle Autumn breeze.

I hear the Fairies singing

Such sweet and gentle themes,

Autumn is a special time

Especially in Fairy dreams.

© Linda J. Vaughan

August 2007