Autumn Days (Poem)

These are my autumn days,
Growing colder by the hour,
Sitting in my lonely bower,
As the sun sinks in the West.

Memories of my springtime days
(Our verdant cabin, treasured home,
The forest thick with scent of loam)
Sit heavy in my aged breast.

I mourn the loss of summer days,
An Indian summer, warm and still,
Before I felt autumnal chill,
When life, and I, were at our best.

Now creeping close, my winter days.
This land so barren, trees so bare.
The weight of years does not seem fair
And life becomes a constant test.

Yet memories of all my days
Bring so much joy, too much, I feel
For just one turning of the Wheel.
A life well lived before I rest.