Suddenly the night

The leafy glades of her youth
were tumble down green while
her eyes adjusted to the light.

The woods of adulthood were
stark while she fretted over monetary
injudiciousness.

In late middle age when all about
was calm she saw the beauty of the trees.
So much colour in just one leaf,
lush, and so was she.

Autumn came too quickly
teasing her dimming sight.
Life ebbed away
and suddenly the night.

poem by Ruth Walters
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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