To never savour autumn
Or smell the burning leaves,
Sniff the scent of pollen.
From flowers and the trees

To hear the children’s laughter,
Of innocents at play,
See the red of a sunset
At the finish of your day.

To hold a new-born babe,
As you shelter from the rain
Experience love and tenderness,
Or the heartache and the pain

All these things and more,
Have I briefly been aware,
But to never savour autumn?