Autumn River

On Apple river, drift leaves orange and red;
where tube riders last month lazed along.
A hint of light frost hails days quickly sped;
through bright leaves, winds sing autumn's song.

There's beauty of night with the bright harvest moon,
and days pass with the subtle sweet hint
that temps may grow chilly only too soon;
bits of ice on still ponds catch sun's glint.

It's onward we go in the flowing of years,
like the river transporting changed leaves.
So savor each day in laughter or tears,
unknown each day who cheers or who grieves.

Our future a mystery, the present at hand,
treasured before it slips away;
like the leaves on the river, laughing at land,
we'll live it while it is today.