"Autumn's Song"

Cool breeze blows through hair;

Warm sun shines down in rays.

Laughter fills the autumn air,

As old friends recount old days.

Conversation drifts with the wind

Of the good times and the bad.

Then golden silence wraps its arms

Around thoughts of what one had.

The elements unite again,

Embracing as forever friends.

Hand in hand, they continue on

Down the path until it ends.

Repeated apologies are made.

Past tragedies are laid to rest

Deep beneath the fallen leaves

And fallen promises.

This worn path has been trodden

Once before and now again.

For what can break to pieces,

Can surely also mend.

- Sarah Kufel