We recently visited some very dear friends who live in New England.
This poem is for them.
Our New England quilt
We watch the fall leaves drifting down
Hues of red and burnished brown
The leaves are flying everywhere
And soon the trees will all be bare
And all along the silent street
A quilt of colour lies at our feet
And now we have to say goodbye
I find it so hard not to cry
Instead I’ll take our days with you
And stitch them all together
And make a quilt of memories
Moments we will treasure
And when we’re back to our grey skies
I’ll hide my tears and dry my eyes
And think of us together.
© Andrea Neidle, My Life in Poems