LOVE IN THE AUTUMN YEARS

Yes, this homemade poem is way off the path. However, warm autumn days does strange things to me.

                LOVE IN THE AUTUMN YEARS  

Rush and Hush quietly surrender to Slow and Know

Hallway pictures brightly echo of love from long ago

Once whispered words now fill all rooms in the house

Today, all day, joy is celebrated with my loving spouse 

Kisses are slower, longer; statistically maybe the last

Caresses are fashioned by experience, and not too fast

Our love is always work in progress, never completed

Each chapter our very own and never to be repeated                   

                                             ---- Glenn C. Peck