AUTUMN ...

Dedicated To Dear M.E. Friends For Whom Summer Is A Trial...

In summer,

I'm a refugee ...

From heat ...

Light ...

And humidity ...

Summer has no pity for me ...

I sit out life - again.

Now, leaves becoming gold-er

...

And days becoming colder ...
So I'm becoming bolder -

To try to rise again.

My life is always small ...
And time can often crawl ...
But, in Autumn (or in Fall!

) ...

Perhaps I'll rise again?

With demise of heat and light ...

And sun's decreasing height ...

Life's less a daily fight ...

I might start my "life" again?

Autumn is MY place ...

Sun kind upon my face ...

Autumn offers grace?

How I long to rise again ...

Ffion