AUTUMN POEM

In the autumn of our lives,
We soak sun slowly
Or swirl like burnt orange leaves
On the breast of softly flowing streams.
Breath comes slower then,
Almost suspended,
A motion barely perceived
As we lay us down to rest.

Dr. Emory D. Jones is a retired English teacher who has taught in high school and in several community colleges.  He has four hundred and thirty-two credits including publication in such journals as American Poetry,  Deep South Magazine, Modern Poetry Quarterly Review,  The Cumberland River Review, and Encore: Journal of the NFSPS. He is retired and lives in Iuka, Mississippi, with his wife, Glenda.  They have two daughters and four grandchildren.