Taking Leave

©2012 Susan Noyes Anderson (poem only)

 How beautifully leaves grow old.

In glory, they slip away.

Crimson and scarlet adorn them,

as they skitter along at play.

One day, I shall follow their lead,

though my hair be tinged with gray.

I’ll dub it silver, don red shoes,

dance off in gold lamé.

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“Grow old with me; the best is yet to be!” – Robert Browning

“Beautiful young people are accidents of nature,
but beautiful old people are works of art.” – Eleanor Roosevelt

“For the unlearned, old age is winter;
for the learned, it is the season of the harvest.” – Hasidic saying

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Fall Leaves The Source Appreciating Autumn Time Stops for No One