Here In My Autum

Here

I am comfortable here

here in the autumn of my youth

I am here

My hair

It changes now

in my autumn

I watch as it dries

changing color

falling out slowly

yet managing to save a few

straggling remainers.

The bloom of spring

and the heat of summer

have crept away

the warmth of my days

give way to the chill

that creeps into my soul

in the frost of a lonely night

yet warms again

as the sun creeps in

I cling to the knowledge

that

as the seasons pass

and one beauty merges

with the next

that I am here

and I am growing

and even if you cannot see

the blood in my veins

as the sap

still runs

and all I need

I find.

 

(Contest entry on Allpoetry.com)