Autumn Silver

Autumn colour
Turns to silver
As turns
The cycle of the year

But age
Does not return
But spirals
And ends with a tear

Virile strength
Carries
Leg and limb
In youthful abandon

Not seeing
Forward
Nor knowing
The time moves on

Forever young
Our hearts
Misguide
Blind us to reality

Age moves forward
Without pause
Unerringly
Blind to entreaty

Autumn colour
Has turned
Inevitably
To silver strands

But your love
Given
Is safe
In these, my hands


Terry Rhiannyr
October 2012