Two women, eighty, talking in the street
Their words singing in their northern vowels
Their gossip going up and down, dancing
From mouth to mouth, and back, from eyes to eyes.

They’re in a rain of golden Autumn leaves,
They never noticed time who walks with them
As not that long ago they were two girls
Skipping ropes, laughing in the golden light.

Comments on: "Autumn" (14)

  1. This is lovely Ina! Autumn days and autumn years expressed so beautifully. L&H xx

  2. I like how the reader get such a clear and visual glance back through the years.

  3. A lovely poem, Ina. To those who observe us on the outside, we age and look old. Inside, we are still skipping ropes and laughing as we always did….

  4. Movement through memory…lovely πŸ™‚

  5. I like this one very much.

  6. “The tragedy of old age is not that one is old, but that one is young.” Oscar Wilde.
    You tell this story, this truth with such beauty Ina…

  7. I love your new photo…

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