The Bridge in Autumn Leaves

Set in stone-

as old as time-

is a bridge

of chalk and lime.

Though this is

a relic of the past,

her rugose frame

will continue to last.

For the river,

that flows fast underneath her,

has not yet beat

her strong walls asunder.

And as I gaze

upon this lovely sight

the bridge stands tall -

silent in plight.

I stay a moment -

a single leaf is falling.

Autumn is coming,

and her winds are calling

More soon follow -

falling in the breeze -

oh! How pretty you now look!

The Bridge in Autumn Leaves.