Autumn’s Children

From germinating
seeds of Winter
come
Fall blossoms,
each a bulb
of possibilities
unnamed
unnumbered.
Of one ilk,
each given to
any of a myriad
of bents
or proclivities.

A mass of cells
nerves and synapses.
Partially defined,
further shaped
by life
by family
by choices.

Autumn’s children
face Winter
first thing.
Hard choices early
create practiced balance
genuine ease
in difficult times;
a free Spirit that
can as easily soar
in atmospheric
happy times
as they come
while they last.

© 2010 Shari Lynne Smothers

About Shari Smothers

Welcome to Telling Stories, my creative writing space. My name is Shari Smothers. Poems help me to understand the world and to explain my world to others. They're my premier story telling tools. There's more to come, so please share with me through reading, commenting, emailing. Learn more about Shari here. And do come again!

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